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The Leather Market of Florence
Suddenly the light rain is a thundering deluge. Vendors on each side of the narrow cobblestone street are scrambli...
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Suddenly the light rain is a thundering deluge. Vendors on each side of the narrow cobblestone street are scrambli...
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The mozzarella cheese on my pie is still bubbling. Behind us, a huge pizza oven is heating the entire room – no easy feat in mi...