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Another Train Station at Dawnby Charlie
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Cinque Terre is five little villages of olives and grapes and terraced hills and fat crawdads and leaping fish and the happy little gnomes and mermaids that bring them to you on seashell plates. Bacchus passes through all the time, and he'll tickle every last bit of you every now and then just to remind you who runs the joint. You can't hide, 'cause the streets are all four feet wide and the villages about six feet long from the church to the cobbler's shop. Every now and then the train passes through which you can hop from one village to the next. If you miss it, you walk along that path over there that starts just off that little alley and follows the shoreline through that vineyard and the olive farm past the other vineyard next to the tomato garden and the little cottage with the green door and you're home.
Poseidon and Bacchus must've had a little brawl though, 'cause the rain came on our last day in sweet Cinque Terre. |
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