

The town? Beats me. A long, dusty two-hour bus ride up into the mountains. Not very many tourists in the area at all. The next page in Susan's sketchbook said "Piazza San Paolo" so maybe that was it.
You ask: What is it? I reply: What do you want it to be? You ask: What does it mean? I reply: What do you want it to mean?
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That is so cool! And yes, he probably WAS hitting on your woman there Don *smiles*. You'd better start cooking more, before Susan is swept up by some Sicilian "coot" LOL
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised you didn't get a pinch on the behind Susan.
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