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However, when Tracey found
a hair in her pasta, she was even more disappointed, and, when the maitre’d charged out waving the hair in Toni’s
face and ranting that “no one in my kitchen has this sort of hair”, we decided that enough was enough. We got up and marched out, with Tracey flicking 20 euro on the table to cover the wine. It gave us something to laugh about and it meant we could go back to a delightful family-run restaurant
we’d passed earlier.
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| The Vittorio Emanuele II monument in Piazza Venezia |
Here the waiters were
about four decades older than at the other place, but far friendlier and we had a ball.
Three bottle of Chianti and several shots of limoncello later and we bustled out of the restaurant full of energy. My energy didn’t last long however and I was soon back at the hotel for about
12 hours of sleep!
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| Me and Toni |
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| Toni enjoying the Chianti |
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| Toni and the love-struck waiter! |
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| Tracey and the waiter, still love-struck |
It seemed a shame to spend
Sunday morning asleep, but that’s what we did. All we had planned for Sunday
anyway was shopping, which there was still plenty of time for. I bought a handbag
and wallet, but didn’t get onto the shoes and coat. Next time! I definitely want to go back to Rome, as I really only got a brief overview. I think
four days is necessary, to be able to have time to just sit and take it all in.
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