Washington Post -
18 Sep 2014 22:21
Night had fallen, and the rain, which began as drizzle soon into our 90-mile journey north from Rome, was teeming by the time we reached Paciano. We exited our van and hurried through a few yards of rural darkness into the sanctuary of Il Campodonico, a farmhouse converted into a pair of charming vacation apartments -- the lower of which contained an expansive dining table on which several plates awaited our arrival.
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