Map Dream: Spoleto, Italy

I'll fall in love there, I think. If not with a handsome fellow who likes oxford lace-ups and tailored suede coats with elbow patches, who gets around on foot or on bike and enjoys a brioche with his cioccolata calda and thinks my naïveté is both charming and, let's face it, funny, then I'll fall in love with everything else Umbria Hill could possibly offer.

I'm not picky. Not picky at all.

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