I don't if I can really explain... this drink I'm drinking. Those who know my strangely specific hot chocolate order would find this highly amusing. I swear I am drinking melted chocolate. Quite literally. Sauce, I'd say. It's beautiful, but half way through I am in desperate need of a time out. It smells like brownies. Whipped cream on top. This is Florence. This cute, laid back, surprisingly unpretentious cafe has a huge array of paninis. Amazing. There is one I can see - eggplant, boccichini, tomato and basil. Maybe that help absorb all the sugar currently being absorbed into my system. I came by train from Roma this morning. After I figured out where to go, I found myself sitting next to this charming older gentleman and his wife. He was retired, she was a
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