I've always had a soft spot for vintage cars. Old Citroens, little MGs, the Porsche 356, the original Fiat 500. I once dated a guy with an ancient VW Beetle - I could hear the car coming from a mile or so away, the noisiest, most bonkers, attention seeking (I blame the paint job), fun, exhilarating car to zoom around in. And obviously we couldn't go to Florence and not spot old Fiat 500's - they were everywhere. The white one drew quite a crowd.
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