Carcassonne and San Gemigniano
have several things in common:
pretty squares and quaint old houses,
tasteful, pricey shops and bars
and far too many tourists.
They also have museums of torture
with hideous spiked chairs and clamps
and gruesome, man-shaped boxes.
Clearly not the kind of place
where you find new hope
in this old human race.
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