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> "Anyone else want to confess
> what jewels that walked away from?"
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Florence, Italy 1987
I was coming back by bus from some obscure bike shop on the outskirts of Florence. I was shopping for jerseys and shoes. I don't remember if I bought anything at that shop but I do remember passing a rottisceria with a rack full chickens roasting over a wood fire. Didn't stop to eat or take one home. Never got back there. I've been back to Florence since but I never saw another shop with a wood-fired grill like that. I can still (not) taste it! Ciclismo - cucina - calcio. Forza Italia!!
Julian "Guilano" Shapiro
Sag Harbor NY