Next to the sign: Citta della Speranza. A rustic place, a homey place. On the outskirts of town that we couldn't get back to without a car, we had sparkling white with creamy morlacco squished between two slices of bread. Black and white photos on the wall. A framed picture of some types of screws.
"This is a not nice place." Meaning, a not fancy place. Yet, we found it very nice indeed.
Later that night, the sunset stretched itself across the sky.