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Friday | |
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From Malpensa to Milan | |
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The airport, where we discover that Italians prefer exceptions to rules | |
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The highway, or the psychopathology of the stoplight | |
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The hotel, where singular people are not content with a double room | |
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Saturday | |
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In Milan | |
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The restaurant, one way of sitting in judgment | |
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The store, the field of lost battles | |
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The nightspot, where foxes turn into peacocks | |
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Sunday | |
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Still in Milan | |
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The condominium, a vertical space for oblique obsessions | |
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The eat-in kitchen, the nerve center of domestic counterespionage | |
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The bedroom, the bathroom, and how hard it is to find a space of your own | |
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Monday | |
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Toward Tuscany | |
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The train, where many talk, few listen, and everyone understands | |
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The museum, beautiful women on the walls | |
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Television, where the Semi-Undressed Signorina acquires a cloak of significance | |
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Tuesday | |
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In Tuscany | |
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The countryside, where we show that Italians are the world's leading manufacturers of emotions | |
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The Italian piazza, a tool with more cutting edges than a Swiss-army knife | |
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The window, framing fantasies that are sometimes cut short by a shutter | |
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Wednesday | |
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In Rome | |
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The bank, a confrontation of confidence and cold feet | |
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The office, the opera house of orderly anarchy | |
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The shopping mall, a taste of America delivered to your door | |
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Thursday | |
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In Naples | |
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The sidewalk, or on collective individualism | |
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The automobile, and fumbling on the fold-down seats | |
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The travel agency, where the nation flexes its flippancy and pampers its patriotism | |
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Friday | |
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In Sardinia | |
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The waterfront, the convoluted charm of a liquid frontier | |
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The beach, a bare outline | |
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The garden, seclusion in bloom | |
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Saturday | |
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In Crema | |
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The barber, the newsstand, and the town as lifebelt | |
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The monument. And yet it moves | |
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School, the workshop where shared memories are made | |
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Sunday | |
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From Crema to Malpensa, by Way of San Siro | |
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The church, where we will ruminate on the moral menu | |
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The stadium, notes on social gastroenterology | |
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The horizon. In other words, give us back Columbus | |
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Epilogue: A Letter from America | |
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Acknowledgments | |