So what to do? Off to a trattoria for a perfectly awful meal, followed by a couple of Camparis at this bar with its sadly festive tree and not much else.
Back to the station. This is Genoa Brignole. Isn't it impressive? This one is for Wilko.
Then boozing on the journey back. Marvellous. Neither of these are Ron, sadly. Far too young.
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Blimey, that really is a stonking station. Thank you for opening my eyes to it as they squint at my screen in the English gloom (the ground's frozen solid here, too).
Nice colourful balls though!
Oh Ron! Your photos, your writing, your keen eye for architectural beauty and a well-made young man; all so very Somerset Maugham. Is one of those charming boys your Haxton perchance?
you are only as old as the woman you feel Ron....Merry Christmas.
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