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		<title>By: toni piccinini</title>
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		<dc:creator>toni piccinini</dc:creator>
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		<description>Don&#039;t know when I&#039;ll see Rome, because as soon as the plane lands we get in the car-the Boxter was nice one June-and get off the autostrada asap.  We drive around sorta kinda looking at the map &#039;till we find a place for lunch.  This is imperative.   If you have lunch you can do anything.

One year on a drive through fields of grapes (looking for wine) we found a clay tennis court that was housed in a big white tent bubble.  That hamlet was arguably the only town in Tuscany that was devoid of charm. It was also devoid of tourists.  

So, we stayed.  For days.  Every mornig we had cappucino at Carlo&#039;s-the only cafe in town-and everyday the folks gathered to look at us.   Reluctantly we had to leave on Wednesday,  the day of the week that Carlo was closed.  We hit the strada because we had to find coffee.  And we did.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Don&#8217;t know when I&#8217;ll see Rome, because as soon as the plane lands we get in the car-the Boxter was nice one June-and get off the autostrada asap.  We drive around sorta kinda looking at the map &#8217;till we find a place for lunch.  This is imperative.   If you have lunch you can do anything.</p>
<p>One year on a drive through fields of grapes (looking for wine) we found a clay tennis court that was housed in a big white tent bubble.  That hamlet was arguably the only town in Tuscany that was devoid of charm. It was also devoid of tourists.  </p>
<p>So, we stayed.  For days.  Every mornig we had cappucino at Carlo&#8217;s-the only cafe in town-and everyday the folks gathered to look at us.   Reluctantly we had to leave on Wednesday,  the day of the week that Carlo was closed.  We hit the strada because we had to find coffee.  And we did.</p>
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