Wouldn’t it be a better world if the fountain below actually fountained out a stream of bitterly delectable brightly crimson Campari? Though, what if it does, one day a year? And people line up around the block (or up the street, as I think the “block” here is a mountain) for Campari straight out of the fountain? Dang, I wanna be there. However, I think it’s just (as I’ve heard) a fountain donated by Campari. But wow, a boy can dream Campari dreams when looking at this:
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