Woo! I bet you thought we'd never make it to lunch. If we've ever eaten together, I think I've shared with you my memory of scarfing down an amazing plate of spaghetti con vongole in Sorrento back in 1996, and really, my compulsion to order this dish at all Italian restaurants is a desperate attempt to recapture that particular plate of vongole. Alas, while the dish above was pretty darn good, it wasn't quite the same — I seem to remember it being spicier and the broth a little saltier, though who knows what kind of tricks memory can play on the buds after 13 years? On a trying-new-things-note, the swordfish carpaccio in lemon and olive oil below was a refreshing experience:
On our way to lunch, the Hubs and I managed to fit in a few more sites, like the baroque Quattro Canti: 
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