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"We crossed the Appenines, not as dry as the Alps and traversed by thousands of paths. We almost always travelled on the edges of precipices, at times touching the sky, at others deepest valleys. I recall a small inn that we found straight away to our liking: the exquisite trout we were served, the view of the river whence they came, and a clean room erased our fatigue." [Anne Marie du Boccage] |
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