why italians insist on walking at a snail's pace.
if there's one thing i will never get accustomed to, it is the italian tradition of moseying around slower than my grandma on sedatives.
time is precious, i don't have much to spare, get out of my way.
...and yet despite my disdain for such things, it's sights like this that make me forget my complaints and enjoy the world around me. for approximately 5 seconds, at which point my american habits come surging back.
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