My "oasis" on one of the hottest days I've ever endured on a Vespa. On my way back from Vespa World Days in Rome, I had a forced stop around 1 p.m., almost to the point of fainting. The place was packed with people waiting for pizzas, and I was intrigued, but I couldn't stand the lines and wait. I'd rather have a nice gelato and still water. I served myself; the girl at the counter was so busy she wouldn't even look at me. I sat down, and between the coolness of the gelato and the coolness of the air conditioning, I revived. Meanwhile, the place had emptied out, and as I paid, I learned that Sonia, the bartender/pizza maker/cashier, hadn't even noticed I'd come in. I told her where I was from, and her enthusiasm reassured me. She left because she wanted to see the Vespa, and I said goodbye, leaving her the last of my remaining goodies. Thanks for the welcome; next time I'll have pizza; she had a nice face.
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