We saw more people in the restaurant tonight than we saw all day. Well apart from the men sitting outside some cafés drinking, smoking and chewing the cud.
As we passed through a village with dilidated exteriors and dry wooden doors, I wondered about the judgements we make to assume what the interiors are like. From scruffy to palaces. Then I noticed a swarthy thick set chap in his vest, on the third floor, leaning out, smoking his fag. I waved. He waved back. Reminded me of a sketch by my favourite philosopher: “hands across the sea”. Warning, you may need an interpreter….https://youtu.be/uKxPH_QH940?si=v9r4v_UigXDE2p5I
Lots of vineyards with large black grapes. This area is primarily known for white wines so, wine buff that I am, I am assuming it must be for something else. Indeed. Red wines are also produced, primarily under the Collio Rosso designation, a blend of Merlot, Cabernet Franc, and Cabernet Sauvignon.
Highlight of the day was Parma Nova, where Barbara did a few circuits of the inner racetrack. Of all the UNESCO sites we’ve been to, I can see why this unique fort has the designation. It first applied in 1593 after completing the 9 sides of its walls.
Light industrial parks contrast with floral scented lanes. And then we arrive at mosquito city for the night. Luckily the food took an age to arrive, so they ate well. I was the sacrificial anode. They had also digested all the wifi, so this post is late. You’ve coped.
Travelling reflections 