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sun made its way across the roof tops voices could be heard from within many homes , the smell of fresh pastry and the aroma of good coffee . Something felt real about this life in Acquapendente .
We walked a stepped street , discovering more about this town than I could ever have imagined . My history was but fleeting yet here in this regional town , which was like so many more , was a history that spanned at least two thousand years , to the times of the Roman Empire yet the documented history starts in the ninth century .
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