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tegretol buy on line In the evenings, we were soon into a routine: a negroni or prosecco at the lovely, old world hotel that is the turn-of-the-century Poste, near the church on the central, car-free Corso Italia; followed by dinner out a nearby restaurant. We ate both modestly, at the Ristorante Ariston, opposite the old railway station, taking on board some more pasta, a veal chop and a pizza; and then, half a mile across town and over the river, at the more upmarket Da Beppe Sello, famed for its steak tartare.