But since I can't bend time and space, I go to Monteluce, where,
(if you squint)
you would swear you were in Tuscany.
I may not have a TARDIS, but I do travel with the doctor.
Monteluce couldn't be prettier.
She'll have the 2012 Juicy Juice and the gruyere on focaccia tapas.
(No joke, kid loves fancy cheese)
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Side note: with the many various ridiculous British pop culture references as the focal point of the opening ceremonies of the Olympics, they really couldn't throw in one blue police box?