They were very nice to me and I have been, once again, too lucky.
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| Vendemmia (grape harvest) is over, I had just missed it. After chatting to the lady who owns from the B&B for a bit, she appeared with this for me to try. Lucky. |
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| The view from the lawn. |
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| I arrived on a Tuesday. Santo Stefano is so small there is only a pizzeria for meals and they close on Tuesdays. I thought I was smart to have filled up at the tavern earlier in the day and would last through the night with no dinner. At about 7, there was a knock on my door. The B&B lady brought me this from her own home. It was the kind of prosciutto pannino I make for myself - instead of a paper thin layer of it, mine is usually about a chapter thick. Lucky. |
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| Settling in after trekking my way back from the tavern. A cold bottle of prosecco would have been nicely chilled and waiting for me to start the evening. Lucky again. |
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| The view right after sunset. |
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| Dinner. Not exactly a poor. |
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| Food served during the prosecco tasting session. |
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| Pickled onions and Venetian raddichio. |
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| This is what fresh Venetian Radichio looks like. |
