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But do not think you have exhausted the wonders <strong>of</strong> Little Italy when you have<br />
left the stores, for there is still more to see. If you were ever in Palermo and went<br />
into the little side streets, you saw the strings <strong>of</strong> macaroni, spaghetti and other<br />
pastes drying in the sun while children and dogs played through and around it,<br />
giving you such a distaste for it that you have not eaten any Italian paste since.<br />
But in <strong>San</strong> <strong>Francisco</strong> they do things differently. <strong>The</strong>re are a number <strong>of</strong> paste<br />
factories, all good and all clean. Take that <strong>of</strong> P. Fiorini, for instance, at a point<br />
a short distance above Costa Brothers. You cannot miss it for it has a picture<br />
<strong>of</strong> Fiorini himself as a sign, and on it he tells you that if you eat his paste you<br />
will get to be as fat as he is. Go inside and you will find that Fiorini can talk<br />
just enough English to make himself understood, while his good wife, his sole<br />
assistant, can neither speak nor understand any but her native Italian. But that<br />
does not bother her in the least, for she can make signs, and you can understand<br />
them even better than you understand the English <strong>of</strong> her husband.<br />
Here you will see the making <strong>of</strong> raviolis by the hundred at a time. Tagliarini,<br />
tortilini, macaroni, spaghetti, capellini, percatelli, tagliatelli, and all the seventy<br />
and two other varieties. <strong>The</strong> number <strong>of</strong> kinds <strong>of</strong> paste is most astonishing, and<br />
one wonders why there are so many kinds and what is done with them. Fiorini<br />
will tell you that each kind has its distinctive use. Some are for soups, some for<br />
sauces, and all for special edibility. <strong>The</strong>re are hundreds <strong>of</strong> recipes for cooking the<br />
various pastes and each one is said to be a little better than the others, if you can<br />
imagine such a thing.<br />
Turn another corner after leaving Fiorini’s and look down into a basement.<br />
You do not have to go to the country to see wine making. Here is one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
primitive wine presses <strong>of</strong> Italy, and if you want to know why some irreverent<br />
people call the red wine <strong>of</strong> the Italians “Chateau la Feet,” you have but to<br />
watch the process <strong>of</strong> its making in these Telegraph Hill wine houses. <strong>The</strong> grapes<br />
are poured into a big tub and a burly man takes <strong>of</strong>f his shoes and socks and<br />
emulates the oxen <strong>of</strong> Biblical times when it treaded out the grain. Of course<br />
he washes his feet before he gets into the wine tub. But, at that, it is not a<br />
pleasant thing to contemplate. Now you look around with wider and more<br />
comprehensive eyes, and now you begin to understand something about these<br />
strange foreign quarters in <strong>San</strong> <strong>Francisco</strong>. As you look around you note another<br />
thing. Italian fecundity is apparent everywhere, and the farther up the steep<br />
slope <strong>of</strong> the Hill you go the more children you see. <strong>The</strong>y are everywhere, and<br />
<strong>of</strong> all sizes and ages, in such reckless pr<strong>of</strong>usion that you no longer wonder if<br />
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