Frascati is a charming town built on the outskirts of Rome, in the hills. For me it is stereotypical Italy - street cafes, little traffic, friendly people, and great food. I wish I could remember a little more of the night life, however my friend Tom pretty much drowned me in alcohol.

It was fairly heavily bombed during WWII, and you can see the strafe lines through the cities where the old exists alongside the new, and you can see places in the Duomo where shrapnel damage was repaired. War is a scary thing when you can stand next to where it was and see what it can do.