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Who knew you could get an egg cream in Perugia?

Well, you actually can't. What you can do is make yourself one, if the cheerful guy at the cafe by the bus station mixes you a weird, dark, sugary iced coffee in a martini shaker, and serves it in the kind of glass for cocktails with names like Angel's Kiss, and luckily one of your outing-to-Perugia companions has ordered fizzy water, so you dump some in your Angel's Kiss glass and voila! a coffee egg cream. Which anyone who grew up in NYC knows contains neither eggs nor cream. With the fizzy water, the thing was quite delicious. Though we were so hot and tired by then from hiking around the town, through the cathedral and museum, and to the medieval garden, and then more around the town (hiking around towns anywhere being my favorite thing) that it's possible it wasn't delicious; but I think it was.


Medieval garden:
medieval garden

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