[Villa Camerata, where Mussolini kept his mistress]
The first time I was in Europe was in 1966. I took a charter flight, hitch-hiked, stayed in youth hostels, lived on bread and cheese, occasionally slept in parks and behind churches, saw Paris, Vienna, Moscow, fell in love in Florence.
I have never had a better summer since. Of course I have never been 19 years old since either.
Maybe what we have lost is not so much our money as our youth....
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