Yes, I really was there. Saint Peter's in the background.
Our campsite was the same idea as in Florence but farther from the city this time. It required
both bus and metro to get downtown. The bus was always so crammed coming home that we often walked up to the bus stop before the popular one to try and secure a seat. Once the bus driver actually had to leave some people behind.
The campsite wasn't as picturesque as Florence either. Instead of being scattered among olive trees, the tents were side by side in long rows.
There was a Panorama grocery store right across the road from the campsite which became our Italian equivalent to Monoprix. These scales were common in european grocery stores for the produce. You put what you want on the scale and press the appropriate number for that item(often with a handy little illustration on the button), and it spits out a sticker with the price on it. Some places were smart and had an employee to do this for you because otherwise it would be very easy to hold onto the bag a bit to make it weigh less.
Oh, Mulino Bianco, why don't you exist over here? Delicious cookies.
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