How It's Done. (Sometimes.) Summer afternoon.I notice a beautiful Florentine walking near the Duomo at the center of the bustling square. I stop her. I don’t even know what I’m going to say.“Per favore, dove trovare…”She looks vaguely amused. Is it the oddness of my question? Certainly it’s a pick-up line she’s never, never heard before.I pull out my summer catalog and try again to make some sense.She takes it, browses through the pages, exclaims the occasional “bella” or “bello,” then takes…
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