I recently returned from a vacation to London, Paris and Rome where a friend and I hit all the usual tourist spots. We spent a sunny afternoon people-watching near the Eiffel Tower, we wandered the Colosseum and the Roman Forum with the ghosts of ancient gladiators and senators, and we whizzed under London Bridge on our Thames water taxi.
 And we ate.
 God, did we eat.
 There was fish and chips in London, crêpes in Paris and four-cheese gnocchi in Rome. There was pizza, of course. And ...

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