The night air in Calabria felt like a soft invitation: a rooftop view, a glowing gelato window with a line out to the street, and a table full of friends replaying a day that blurred cinema with real life. We had just stepped through Savoca, the small Sicilian village that became the soul of The Godfather, and the details were still buzzing—the climb, the stones, the doorway at Bar Vitelli, and that unforgettable line Michael delivers with quiet menace. We walk you through how Francis Ford C...