Prato (Italian pronunciation: [ˈpraːto]) is a city and comune in Tuscany, Italy, the capital of the Province of Prato. The city is at the foot of Monte Retaia, elevation 768 metres (2,520 ft), the last peak in the Calvana chain. The lowest elevation in the comune is 32 metres (105 ft), near the Cascine di Tavola, and the highest is the peak of Monte Cantagrillo at 818 metres (2,684 ft). The Bisenzio (river), a tributary of the Arno, flows through it.
Historically, Prato's economy has been based on the textile industry. The renowned Datini archives are a significant collection of late medieval documents concerning economic and trade history, produced between 1363 and 1410.
Prato is also a centre of the slow food movement, with many local specialities, including cantucci, a type of biscotti, sold by local speciality bakers.
Since the late 1950s, the city has experienced significant immigration, firstly from southern Italy, then from other nationalities, the most notable being a large Chinese community which first arrived in the late 1980s. With more than 189,000 inhabitants, Prato is Tuscany's second largest city and the third largest in Central Italy, after Rome and Florence.
Prato is the common name for a traditional Austrian cookbook first published in 1858 by Katharina Prato (1818–97, born Polt) as "The South German Cuisine". It became popular under the name "The Large Prato" (Die grosse Prato) and appeared in 80 editions as well as several translations until 1957. In 1931 V. Leitmaier, the granddaughter of the author, published a shortened version called The Small Prato(Die kleine Prato).
Prato (Italian for grassy field, meadow or Portuguese and Galician for plate, dish) may refer to:
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I hope the music never slows up
I hope this place don't never close up
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'cause you're the only one who feels right
Girl I know it's now or never
I wanna dance with you forever
So hold on tight - never let me go, baby
'cause I can feel the rhythm of your love
And when you get yourself in motion
Girl it's tearin' my emotions right in two
Hold tight
And we will dance into the moonlight
All the stars they will surround us
We will be so glad we found us
So hold on tight - never let me go, baby
'cause I can feel the rhythm of your love
And when you get yourself in motion
I get lovin' notions all for you - yes I do
Hold tight
And we will dance into the moonlight
I hope the music never slows up