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I knew that Italy had defeated Germany at the World Cup as soon as I'd climbed up the steps of the Dufferin TTC station: The flags, waves from cars, were everywhere. Crossing Bloor to walk south along Dufferin in the absence of the bus, I noticed a teenage boy wearing kaffiyeh in the colours of the Italian tricolour even as I admired the ingenuity of the drivers who managed to wedge a flagstaff through their passenger door's window. The size and number of the flags, and the frequency of honking car horns, increased proportionally as I approached College Street and Little Italy.
I wonder what Cafe Diplomatico (594 College Street) would be like now.
I wonder what Cafe Diplomatico (594 College Street) would be like now.