Ah the moment you stumble upon a deserted alley in the midst of the tourist hustle-and-bustle...the world just stops and you are suddenly transported to a simpler time. The chatter of a dozen languages fades away and all you hear is the gentle breeze and the rustle of fresh laundry drying. The paint is peeling and the colors muted from years of rainy springtimes. There are cracks running up the concrete. And yet, it is the most beautiful thing you have seen. This is the moment so many people come to Italy to experience and not all will find.
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