The last few days have been zippy, 'pronto' if you will. But today the brakes were slammed on because we spent a good chunk of daylight doing a typically English thing: Queuing. We queued for the Vatican City, we queued for The Mouth of Truth, we even queued for tiramisu! I must say though, each time was worth every minute stood in stasis because the sights and flavours we enjoyed were one in a million.
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