Apparently, my faith in Google was premature. Each shop I tracked down was listed as "formal wear," but was merely a bridal shop, selling wedding gowns only. I grabbed a panino and a drink, made my way to Piazza del Campo, and sat down, a beaten man ... tired and hungry.
After finishing my sandwich, I took the other sandwich to my bride to be at the P.O.W. camp. At my appearance, the ladies quickly moved to cover tanks, warheads, and my fiancée. I asked if she was hungry or thirsty, but they insisted not and they again shooed me out the door, so I slipped around the corner to a bench by a fountain with a pigeon- covered statue of a panther to sit, and knock out a long overdue blog entry while I waited .....
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