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About Bari

Now, if I was pickin a brothel flick, I’d say *Amour* ain’t it—too dang sad! Brothels got sass, grit, a little git-r-done spirit! Imagine me struttin in, yellin, “Git-R-Done!”—them gals’d laugh me outta the joint! Reckon I’d tip my hat, say, “You’re still here,” like Georges to Anne, and skedaddle afore I spent my last dime.

Trulli enchanting: Puglia in springtime

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit peckish, so I hit up a trattoria on Via Giuseppe Garibaldi. I order some orecchiette with broccoli rabe. It’s like a party in my mouth! I’m lovin’ it. But then, the waiter brings me the wrong dish. I’m like, “Bro, I ordered the orecchiette, not this mystery meat!” He just shrugs and says, “It’s good, trust me.” I’m thinkin’, “Trust you? I don’t even know you!” But whatever, I’m hungry, so I dig in.

Italian town gleams atop a hill near the Adriatic