I've come to Rome on a pilgrimage. But I'm not going to do the rounds of the Roman basilicas where the penitent genuflect before fragments of the true cross. My mission is nonetheless sacred. I plan to spend my time in the Eternal City drinking the best espresso on the planet, visiting only those caffès which contain fragments of the true caffeine.
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