Vespas
June 5th 2006
I awoke to the high pitched hum of Vespas buzzing under our hotel window. Africa had the hippo honk as its lullaby, Italy, the Vespa. Frankie and I slept in, both of us exhausted from the travel of the previous days. We were greeted by an overcast day.
After a continental breakfast in our hotel morning room overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, we drove up the coast towards France, then i
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