The sausage bar.
The cappuccino bar.
Il Pranzo.
Sunday, June 6th, Porto Cesareo. We head to GianniMaria's house for a back-yard party. A short drive with time for lunch & a trip to the beach. I give up vegetarianism with a vengeance here in Italy. Why not? I eat some sausage at Maria Grazia's, & some crab & fish & who-knows-what-else here in Porto Cesareo at the 'best-meal-out-ever' as we called it, an all-american hot-dog on a crustini at 4am in a squat in Udine & that's just the parts I remember! Italy has a good thing about food. You think about it, watch some people fussing over it & making it, & finally you sit down & enjoy it; play some music, grab a nappuccino, & do it all over again the next day. Tizio looks like he's praying. Maybe praying for another meal like this.
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