Churches, art, fountaines ...and a lot of dead bodies (?) Today I’d like to start by telling you about the trouble I had the other day when I wanted to buy stamps. As I usually do when I want to buy stamps I go to a post office and say the magic word “Stamps”. This little trick has never failed, until now that is. When I came into the post office in Rome they just looked at me like I was an escapee from the local mental hospital. “We don’t sell stamps here. We are a post office. To buy stamps you have to go to a tobacco store” they said. I was a little bit puzzled by this and asked them if it was something special with this particular post office or if it was
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