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She never met a young person of either sex without encouraging him or her to become a painter, a novelist, a poet or a musician. It was she who had persuaded.

After that, I decide to walk it off. I head over to Via del Fosso, and I’m just wandering around, taking in the sights. Massarosa is beautiful, with all its little streets and charming buildings. But then, I see this sign for a local festival. “Sagra della Frittella.” I’m like, “What’s a frittella?” Turns out, it’s a sweet fried dough thing. I’m in.

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