One of my favorite traditions in Rome is Sunday breakfast in a local bar. You wake up quite late, put on your sneakers and, after washing your teeth, go down in a bar below your house. (If you are in Rome, there is definitely one. Below mine there are three). Probably a lot of your neighbors are already there, you can chat with them or with the bartender, or read the newspaper...Take your caffe normale (in other countries it calls double f%cking espresso), a cornetto and enjoy the morning sunlight. Lazy-lazy, there is no place to hurry. Nobody wears a make-up, fancy clothes, Rome says RELAX!
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