I’m getting a wifi connection at Cafe Barrone. It’s probably from one of the offices upstairs, but if it’s provided by the cafe, this could be a small social disaster. Within a week, they’re going to have people in tents, living around the fountain, shuttling between Keplers and Barrone.
And if I didn’t have children, I’d be one of them.
[To the tune of Amy Winehouse, “You Know I’m No Good,” from the album “Back to Black“.]