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2000 Italia: Caffè San Pietro, Campo dé Fiori I've already mentioned the Caffè San Pietro, in Campo dé Fiori, as the place where we started each morning. Devin and Cicki (and sometimes Rebecca) would stake out a table and order their cappuccini or macciati. Depending upon Isaac's waking time (he's usually a great sleeper, and would naturally wake around 0900) we might be there a few minutes before them, but more often than not they would be on their second drink as we arrived. The café, and the gelateria next door (owned - we think - by the same person) was also our evening stopping spot. From across the piazza Isaac would see the huge illuminated sign of an ice cream cone with three balls of gelato and he'd come running. As a rule we're pretty sparing of sweets with our boy, but at times his repeated pleas of "icecreamcone, icecreamcone" would gather him one or another flavor. 
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