We took two plates of linguine with clam sauce and two small glasses of a crisp Sicilian white, Insolia, outside for lunch. We sat down in the empty courtyard under an umbrella at a table of the closed Hamilton’s Grill Room (they’re only open for dinner during the week). So we had the place to ourselves. The breeze  blew dry leaves out of the trees—no place better to be.

 

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