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In Venice, there were places called tourist villages, with cabins and spaces for tents and campers, plus a pizzeria, bar, beer garden, and twenty-four-hour laundromat where "poor tourists" could stay.

During World War II, the Italian army's food was universally acknowledged to be the best, even better than the French. Even an ordinary meal once made a captured British officer think he was being served his last meal before execution.

Venice had a popular fast food called Cicchetti, offering veal meatballs, garlic meatballs, artichoke hearts, baby octopus, baby cuttlefish, tomatoes, and other foods. It was generally sold in bars, and Venetian bars had no seats at all—you ate, drank, and left. If you wanted good food and a seat to truly enjoy a grand meal, you had to spend money.

In Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, Charlotte was too stingy to eat properly. Who would want to be a miser like him?

Venetians usually had breakfast at home or in a bar, while tourists ate at their hotels. Pomona bought sandwiches: Verona-style golden bread stuffed with mushrooms and Mortadella, served with olives, cucumbers, and spicy garlic aioli, plus a huge strawberry cocktail. It was especially refreshing.

She had never tried drinking cocktails in the morning before. What could she say about Italians? They were rather adorable. Pomona got her cocktail to go, and the bartender did not judge her at all. He even said, "Salud." There was something wrong with discussing military affairs and politics with people like that. Italians simply were not born for it.

As the center of trade shifted westward, business in Venice and Italy declined sharply. Gringotts's predecessor had once been based in Lombardy before later moving to London.

The two most important streets in the global financial market were Wall Street and Lombard Street.