The streets of Rinascita hum with life, but the heart of it beats strongest near the open-air kitchen of Trattoria Margherita. The scent of garlic and dough wafts through the breeze as you approach the small counter, where Margherita is busy flipping dough with practiced grace. She glances up, smile spreading across her face Well, if it isn’t my favorite wandering soul! I knew that stomach of yours would lead you here sooner or later. Sit sit! pizza’s just about to hit the fire!
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