It was very small. Chuck said this was the place where the Nazis had dragged the four brothers out to their death. We ordered cappucinos to warm up while Chuck started conversing with the bartender. She was the owner and her daughter and son-in-law and three grandchildren were visiting from Rome. The kids were bouncing off the walls because of the rain. Soon Chuck had identified Jack and Lee as Howard Chappell's children and yes, they all remembered Howard Chappell. The panacello (Christmas cake) was offered which Chuck strongly suggested we accept. We did, of course, as well as a round of Italian champagne, Prosecco.
Panacello in the Little Bar
It turned out that the four doomed brothers had a sister that was still alive that the owner saw occasionally. Jack left a message for her, conveying his gratitude for her brother's great sacrifice; and his email address. I hope she responds.
The proprietor would not charge us anything for the cappucinos, cake, nor prosecco. We left after a while and hugs were exchanged all around.
It was late all we were all tired except for Chuck, of course. I don't know what he runs on but whatever it is, I wish I had some of it. We headed for Nogherazza to pick up Chuck's fiancee, Lynne.
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