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I don’t like pubs where to get diflucan We could have chosen to knacker ourselves exploring every cultural nook and cranny of this “Florence of the south” but really we just wanted to drift about, soaking up the sun. Every bit as much fun as spending time at the Santa Croce was to sit in the municipal gardens. This is where I first discovered that though travelling with a baby may close some doors, it opens others. Taking up residence on a sunlit bench, dandling our baby on our knee, we were tourists no longer. Instead we became one family among many others doing precisely the same. Nods and smiles of recognition were exchanged. The language of parenthood is, it seems, universal.