Between the food and the Beretta factory I’d come back with no money and no clothes that fit.
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Between the food and the Beretta factory I’d come back with no money and no clothes that fit.
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Between Beretta and the motor valley where they build Ferraris and Lamborghinis, who needs clothes?
I will *never* forget the meal we had in Brindisi, in a little restaurant so close to the harbor if you stumbled out the door you’d land in the water. Five, six courses, seafood in every one, every dish excellent.
I almost felt sorry for the vegetarians — the restaurant had no idea what to do for them…