give me a bottle, give me a memory
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give me a bottle, give me a memory

After we’d spent the morning walking through the Jewish Ghetto, we stopped on the side of the Venetian canals, and enjoyed an Italian luncheon. A bowl of bean soup with olive oiled toast, necessitated a bottle of prosecco. Lunch-wine, brilliant.    I have since walked in to liquor stores in celebration of New Year’s Day and have … Continue reading