From her 1967 trip. Note the first line: It's real! It looks like Venice is supposed to look.
Or, as some jaded American students I met last night put it, "This city is like that Disney place, with the pavilions for the different countries."
"Epcot?"
"Yeah, Epcot. It's like Epcot."
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See, writing postcards pays off. It just might just take 40 years. Pizza Ciro is about 4 blocks from the bottom of the Spanish Steps.
ReplyDeleteI see from her postcard that your mother was also dangerously addicted to pastries. You should all seek counseling.
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