Graham and Julia marvelled at the train "Thomas, Thomas" or, to Julia, "Tommy! Tommy!" that drove around the village and down to the beach. Children ran around safely, there were shows every night "Uno Due Tre!" ... food round the clock, and no need, ever to apologize for children running around.
Which, come to think of it, you rarely, if ever, have to do in Italy. Children were born to visit Italy, the Italians innately seem to understand children.
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