Many years ago, I was touring Italy with a friend and we went to Pisa. The only time I went there. It was in the days when you could still go up the tower. The place was seething with tourists going "Oh, my God, it really leans. No, I mean it reeeally leans!". We stood at the end of a queue and shuffled patiently forwards to go up the tower, only to find out, an hour later when we got to the front, that you first had to queue at the kiosk to get a ticket to join the queue to go up the tower.
A true, if not scintillating story, but it does remind one that one has to watch one's Pisan queues.
Pisa
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