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  • On our walk to dinner - lovely perfume, the same tree Jen has in their garden.Who got wet?   See the lights on the far shore, a peaceful evening.

    Fishermen and a fountain

    8. toukokuuta 2023, Italia ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    8/5 Stresa/Isola Pescatori
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isola_dei_Pescatori This is the smallest island and we didn’t take long to walk all around it. There are a few places for accommodation and food, and Lorraine had stayed on the island for several days last year, doing day trips to the other islands and mainland. Because we hadn’t actually planned to go on the lake today I hadn’t looked into what there was to see, mainly a small museum I think, but you can’t do everything and we were happy to have a wander round anyway.

    Needless to say, my favourite photo is of the fishing nets, they looked beautiful against the stone wall. Loved the little jetty, and the stone statue looking over the boats and out to sea. The island is a collection of tiny narrow passages running between the buildings with views at the end of the jetty or the sea. There was a lone swan cleaning his/her feathers beside an upturned boat, not worried about any tourists going past. Despite the numbers it was quite a peaceful place to visit.

    When we got back we went to the travel agent to see if we could book the train/boat tour ‘Lake Maggiore Express’, it had just started running this month mostly due, she told us, to the uncertainty of Italian Railways not putting their timetables up until late March. Seats have to be booked on the Domodossola/Locarno two hour leg over the mountains into Switzerland, tourists obviously want window seats and by law there has to be a certain percentage of seats left for Swiss nationals who might want to go to Locarno directly and not have to circumnavigate half the country to get there from the west. So we were lucky to get seats on the 1230 train. She was interesting to talk to, the agency has exclusive rights on the tour which is essentially DIY but needs bookings for the mountain train and ferry back to Stresa. She asked where we were from and where we’d been, was interested in the cruise on Viking which we recommended. She said Italians pretty much only cruise with two companies, Costa and one other, because they only like staff who speak Italian and there was something about discounts for kids. I said Viking didn’t have anyone under 18 and she thought she’d be first in line for that. Also I didn’t mention Costa Concordia cruise – remember the captain was showing his girlfriend the bridge and sunk the ship?

    We had a bit of a break before dinner, which we had in the small town square which has been mostly covered with wooden flooring, tables, chairs and umbrellas for I think three cafes which also have seating around the edges of the square. This town is really set up for tourists, I can’t imagine what they all do when things close down for winter. Our meal was indifferent. We got gelato on the way home and sat on a bench by the fountain looking over to the other side of the lake, which isn’t very far, very pretty lights and the fountain was lit up too. It was funny, a man and woman were sitting on the far edge of the fountain which kept on stopping and starting for some reason. Then while we were sitting there the rain started, just very light spits for a start, and the fountain started up again at the same time – the man did quite a dance, you could see him thinking that the fountain was splashing him, then he realised it was rain and they took off. As did we!

    I’ll put in an extra entry after this one with some extra photos, hope you’ll keep reading. This was a busy day, I was so tired, both of us had tired legs from being on our feet for most of the day. Well worth doing though, we’d certainly recommend it, and would be good to spend more time on the islands too, very easy to do especially for lovers of history and gardens – and good food.
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  • Stresa and islands

    8. toukokuuta 2023, Italia ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    A few more photos from our visits. The unicorn theme was everywhere on Isola Bella, I was a bit worried about the naked man on a unicorn, he must have been uncomfortable!

  • Cold showers inside and outside

    9. toukokuuta 2023, Italia ⋅ 🌧 16 °C

    9/5 Stresa / Arona
    Oh dear, no hot water for showers so we each had a dance around under the cold, we managed. Reception lady was a bit defensive, said that the plumber was coming but admitted someone else had complained - she said if we're not told then we don't know. Hmmmm. Latish breakfast then life admin: Pete the washer person found the laundrette and did our washing, rather him than me, it took a bit of intuition and help from the laundry man and it was all done. Because we’d had a busy day on Monday, and I’m having trouble with my back/shoulder again unfortunately, we thought we’d have a fairly easy day so took the local bus to Arona which is on the lake about 30 minutes south.

    While waiting for the bus I popped into the church behind us, a large non-descript building but, as you can see from the photos, there are always surprises. Beautiful stained glass, an ornate altar, these churches are quite gloomy but that aside they really are lovely. Pete's not so interested but I always like to have a look.

    There were a lot of roadworks in that short distance, resurfacing/road carpet, so a few hold-ups but really it was a pretty drive with the lake on one side and a lot of the right side was dark stone walls, some covered in ivy or other climbers, some just bare stones. Some random houses on the roadside, I’d love to know how old they are and what they look like inside. On the lake there were little beaches with a few boats on the water and as we got closer to Arona could see the 13th century Borromeo castle with what looks like a big slip below it but is apparently solid rock. It’s open to the public but not easy for short-time tourists like us to visit. Never mind.

    We headed towards the waterfront only to find it was market day and it was wall-to-wall tents and touts with more handbags than in the whole of Nelson, clothes and more clothes, shoes, toys, every item repeated four stalls along, and then again you name it and it was there. They were starting to pack things up when we walked through around midday and was completely gone when we were leaving after 2pm. I believe there’s a market in five surrounding towns on different days, Stresa’s turn on Fridays.

    Of course cat things called and I found a cat apron on a stall selling all sorts of linen including cat tablecloths which I resisted. I did buy a cheap handbag though, pretty floral, and if it only lasts a season I’ll still be happy.

    We stopped at a nice café on the lake front and had a couple of club sandwiches, it was completely empty but the service was excellent and the sandwiches were fresh and hot, obviously straight out of the oven. We sat outside under a big umbrella and the seagulls kept landing, then skidding down the umbrella, it was funny. Had a wander along the waterfront where we saw a gun and memorial, it said something like lest we forget but no information which was a pity as I've got that photos translator app and it's useful, and Pete is interested in the war history wherever we travel.

    Had a look around the narrow streets but it wasn’t all that exciting other than the surprise of very upmarket shops down very nondescript alleys. There was quite a bit of building work going on, weather was threatening so headed to the station only to miss the bus (it departed early, according to the timetable we had), waited for the next one only to be told by a non-English-speaking driver that it wasn’t going (according to our timetable it was – but he was right, it didn’t) so by this time I was getting a bit ‘princessy’, had had enough of waiting round anxiously thinking we were being told the wrong time again (yes, Pete is very patient) and in the end we took the train back.

    We took the ‘short cut’ back to the hotel which is actually only a couple of hundred meters away, this took us slightly left and a bit longer down a couple of quite steep stone stairways and through little driveways into houses. We’d seen a church from by the hotel and walked past it, I was going to have a look inside but then realised it had been converted into a house, hence the mail box, kids toys, flower boxes. It looked very pretty though. I took a photo of the religious plaque on the house opposite, maybe it had been the presbytery.

    Rain set in so we got a cup of tea in the lobby, no tea making facilities in the room, had I mentioned that? We were charged 6 euro for that and I’m not happy. Another reason for sitting in the lobby is that the wifi actually works there reasonably well so we both had a good catch up on news and emails………and then the lobby was over-run by a bunch of kids on their devices so that was that. Later we had a really good pizza, fries and gelato at the nearest eating place to our hotel, it was very busy with people being turned away in the rain. For the evening we settled in to the blog and Pete’s latest research on the whereabouts of Commonwealth war graves and are there any near here. The answer is Milan is closest.

    So that was our day, certainly quieter but what we needed as we knew Wednesday’s trip by train and boat would be another longish one.
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  • Look carefully, the sign proves we went to Switzerland, it says 'Locarno'
    Marble quarryChurch frescoes, DomodossolaToy train and town square, LocarnoCastle, LocarnoLake Maggiore ferry

    Switzerland - just for an hour

    10. toukokuuta 2023, Sveitsi

    10/5 Switzerland and back to Stresa
    We did our ‘Lake Maggiore Express’ tour today, a fairly full day leaving Stresa by train at 10.30 – we had the option of going at 9.30am but it was still a bit drizzly so hedged our bets. We got talking to an NZ couple from Kati Kati on the platform, I think they were on an eight week trip just going from place to place as the fancy took them, train for most of it, booking a couple of days ahead. Kept running into them later, nice to chat. It was only half an hour to Domodossola (the train speedo in the carriage got up to 140 kph), skirting the lake at first (great view of the three small islands we’d visited) then starting up into the mountains. We passed some enormous quarries, one with big stones tumbling down, and another on a few levels where the trucks etc were dwarfed.

    Domodossola – we had about an hour to wander round, the town square was a short walk away through little alleys and bigger streets, lots of nice shops if you had plenty of money to buy clothes. There was a tiny market in the square, just a few vegetable stalls and some clothes, nice and sunny with lovely old buildings and, of course, a church for me to go and look inside. A bit dark but some lovely stained glass, and very old, faded frescoes on the entrance walls.

    Then it was back on the train into our assigned seats, lucky to get window seats facing each other and the aisle seats were taken by a very pleasant couple from Manchester who had lived for three years in Christchurch and Auckland, he is an insurance assessor and was sent out at the time of the earthquakes in Christchurch, they really loved their time there, children did well, in fact they left the oldest one in Auckland working.

    This train trip was much slower, two hours, and it took us over 83 bridges and 31 tunnels (mostly short ones), some of the bridges were stone, old, on high arches, more like small viaducts I guess, and some were on a curve so you could look out and see the engine ahead of you. In some places the road ran parallel or down below, there were tiny villages perched up high with no visible roads going to them; you have to wonder if they’re like those ones you see on TV, houses sold for 50 Euro if someone will reno within a specified time. All seem to have a high church tower and all seem to be painted that soft browny creamy yellow colour with brown tiles.

    There were a lot of tiny vineyards as we got a bit higher, not a lot of growth on them but still showing some green leaves. Lower down we saw market gardens, paddocks ploughed in wide strips with grass in-between, a few tree nurseries, and what looked to be rows of berry bushes in one place. There were azaleas showing colour, houses with huge stacks of wood beside them, and in some places just little ruins of houses miles from anywhere.

    We had a great view back down to Domodossola from up high, then we were into the mountain trees, lots of high cliffs and a few waterfalls, high cloud fortunately as we’d had rain. It would be a very pretty trip in winter with snow all around.

    Going over the Swiss border wasn’t obvious, in fact we saw more chalet-style houses on the Italian side. We’d had to take our passports but they weren’t checked at any time on the trip, I think you just have to take them in case you get stuck in the other country (we had to take them when we went across to Malmo as well).

    It was drizzling a bit when we got to Locarno, not a great deal to see there in our 80 minute stop so we hopped on the little tourist train which was a really good idea as it took us away from the waterfront, much of the town slopes upwards, great views down to the lake. We passed through a few piazzas; the main town square we were told is turned into an ice skating rink in winter. The town apparently has only 16,000 population but it seemed bigger, lots of fairly high apartment buildings, quite big commercial buildings, a fairly big shopping area and lots of restaurants and accommodation as well as a fairly big marina on the lake and a very new-looking sports/aquatic centre.

    The last leg of the trip was on a ferry, two hours 20 min down the middle of the lake (which is actually long and narrow) down to Stresa. We snagged a table by a window and sat comfortably for the trip, had a snack and drink and watched the scenery on both sides. The lake seems to be built up with towns and strung-out houses, not much empty space to be seen, such a contrast to anything you would see lakeside in New Zealand. The ferry was on three levels, made a couple of stops before Stresa and we watched a big tour group stream off at one point, that ‘cleared the decks’ for sure.

    All in all it was a very enjoyable day, I’m pleased we were there at the right time to do that trip.

    We had dinner again at the pizza place, easy distance and a repeat of Wednesday’s meal so definitely no complaints. Got our packing up done and we were all set to move on to Lucca on Thursday.
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  • Stresa photos

    11. toukokuuta 2023, Italia ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    A few more photos from our stay in Stresa, the visit to Arona and Locarno

  • Puccini concert
    Paintings in a rural stationWelcome from GuillaumeNarrow streets  - and note the trees growing on top of the towerCathedralCathedralI loved these stairs to the pulpit in the cathedral, thousands of feet have worn them downSt Peter (Petrus) at the cathedral

    A night at the opera (eventually)

    12. toukokuuta 2023, Italia ⋅ ☁️ 14 °C

    11/5 Stresa to Lucca
    Oh no, no hot water again so it was a dance under the drops again. I told the lady at reception, she said ‘oh no, I checked, it’s 34 degrees’ and I said ‘no, it’s completely cold again’. But when we went back up after breakfast it was hot again, really strange but not good.

    And then we come to the train pass. We took the train to Milan just before 10, had booked seats and no-one checked our print-out. Had a half hour before the next train to Florence and on this leg they were checked. We handed over our printed confirmation of purchase, showed our app, shrugged our shoulders and said we couldn’t make it work. The woman tut-tutted a bit then was very helpful, tapped away at my phone, no idea what she did but she showed Pete something and he thinks he knows what to do to activate the trip on Sunday. Fingers crossed.

    We were quite surprised to be given a lunch box on the Milan train with a small ham roll, some kind of mini crackers, water, juice and a square of chocolate. The very pleasant Swiss lady next to us offered her roll and juice to Pete (some kind of allergy) so he was happy. The next leg was Florence to Lucca, a local train and fairly full, no suitcase storage so we managed to get 2 x 2 facing seats and put the bags opposite – not ideal but we had no choice. I like looking in back yards, lots of vege gardens coming up now, and alot of market garden-type farms too. There were more poppies along the lines and roadsides too. At one station I noticed paintings above the windows, have put in a photo

    Got a taxi to our BnB which was a bit of an eye-opener, the streets are so narrow (see the photo) with tight corners and when vehicles come face-to-face it’s a bit of a stand-off with more than three point turns to work round each other. We’re staying at https://www.cortetoro.it/gallery.php , up two steep flights of stairs with the bags, helped by owner Giovanni who settled us in and gave us a very comprehensive ‘how to’ with the doors (big old locks), showed us the pretty terrace, and was very pleased that we came from New Zealand as he’d worked in Queenstown for a couple of ski seasons and loved it. He had his Australian sheepdog, Guillaume, with him; I’m not a dog lover but this boy was so laid back he was actually horizontal – asleep sprawled on the floor most of the time!

    Our room is lovely, very comfortable and I was very impressed considering it cost less than the Stresa hotel and is 100% better. We had a cuppa then went out to explore, we found the cathedral and then decided to go to the Puccini opera performance in the next-door church, Giovanni had given us a brochure about it. Puccini was born in Lucca and lived part of his adult life here, and Lucca has made a real feature of that by staging concerts (over 350 per year), festivals and other music-related things. This church had been turned into a concert hall and the acoustics were amazing, a pianist and two soloists singing turn-about. Neither of us is musical but we really enjoyed it.

    Giovanni had recommended a nearby restaurant, Tosca (amongst others), it was close by so in we went, showed them his business card as he’d told us to and we got a discount as well as a free glass of prosecco which was very nice. The meal was excellent too. So we headed ‘home’ after our train ride and explorations, very satisfying.
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  • Rooftop next doorTower next doorGatehouseKeeping warm inside the gatehouse - imagine the soldiers in hereFresco in the gatehouseRandom house, sneaked in through an open arched door, it's lovely

    Tears from Heaven

    12. toukokuuta 2023, Italia ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    12/5 Lucca – and tears from heaven
    There was a thunderstorm right above us through the night, I was reading but Pete slept right through it though I don’t know how. With more rain expected we didn’t hurry out after breakfast – fresh fruit salad, cereal and yoghurt if you wanted it, very fresh warm croissants which I certainly did want as well as home-made plum jam, delicious. There are only three rooms, all beautifully kept, Giovanni is meticulous to say the least. He prepared breakfast, there are three small tables for two all set up nicely, good china, ample fresh coffee for the coffee drinkers. We didn’t make use of the little terrace as our stay was short but it would be lovely in summer.

    We heard the word ‘andiamo’ many times on our trip four years ago and again with our tours today so now ‘andiamo’ with me and Pete on our walk through the streets to Cimitero della Citta di Lucca.

    Our BnB is in a building from the 17th century, I’d like to know what the configuration was in those days but the ground floor has two apartments I think, and the other three floors three each, and the building is a bit like a tardis because it goes back and back. I’ve put in a couple of photos from our room, the rooftop next door, and the house round the back – or stone tower maybe? It makes me want to look inside all of these places. It’s a lovely place to stay and I’d recommend more than two days,

    The streets are narrow with little piazzas, some with cafes and some not big enough for that. There are little shops, some quite upmarket, that give you a surprise in the middle of what seems to be a fairly broken-down area, but it’s only that everywhere is so old. In the photos you can see the ground floor windows have huge heavy grilles on them, stone doorsteps (some broken or worn) and some of the doors look very old too and I liked the look of the doorknocker.

    We went through the Porta San Donato Vecchia, one of the main city gates; it's 15th century and what a surprise to find a big fireplace in big alcoves on each side of the road through the gatehouse (and the cars drive very fast through here too, a big scary) and a couple of frescoes as well as a few more heavy metal grilles. The walls are 4.2km long, surrounded by well-kept wide green grass, and we walked for a few hundred meters to the cemetery.

    The reason for our small adventure was a quest for Andy whose friend Benny from Bangkok days sadly died of a brain aneurysm aged 25, his family came from Lucca and Benny is buried here. But we knew the cemetery is huge, no information on line, so in case we didn’t have any luck we lit a candle for Benny at the cathedral on Thursday night. We asked an old man at the big cemetery gate if there was an office but he only spoke Italian, there was nothing obvious so we went in, thinking we might find one inside. As said, it’s huge with two-storey blocks for ashes, big old and new mausoleums (I don’t know if that’s the correct word but we’ll go with it), new and old graves, all very well cared for with trees and lots of fresh flowers. Still no office visible, a futile exercise so I tucked a little note into the branch of an olive tree and we headed away.

    But wait…I sat down to send a message and photo of the tree to Andy and the old man came up gesturing along the street and saying ‘auto, auto, office’ so off we went to find another big gate with a car outside a small office and a lovely young man who spoke English. I was able to give him Benny’s name and date and he said ‘come with me’. We couldn’t believe it. He was just around the corner from the office! He is with his grandparents in a large, new mausoleum, glass doors, photos and candles and some memorabilia. It was really quite emotional for us both, so pleased to have been able to do this for Andy, to send photos and a small video of a peaceful resting place.

    On the way out we thanked the man and Pete, being keen on genealogy, asked about cemetery records being on line, like we have in New Zealand. He said no, the cemetery is run by the city, some are digital but not public, many are a couple of hundred years old and are only on paper anyway, and there are thousands.

    It had started to spit so we pulled on the plastic ponchos, out came the umbrellas and then, as they say, the heavens opened along with thunder and lightning, a repeat of last night’s storm and in Pete's words, on this occasion ‘Tears from Heaven’.
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  • Me and my friend Giovanni Puccini
    St Frediano and the miraculous diversion of the riverLook carefully for the stone doorway to the amphitheatreA stolen photo of the amphitheatre todayPart of the wallPalazzo Pfanner and gardens

    Lucca - around the town and on the walls

    12. toukokuuta 2023, Italia ⋅ 🌧 10 °C

    12/5 Lucca – city walking tour and walking the walls
    The rain eased and we got back through the walls, grabbed a couple of rolls and took them back to our room – you have to look hard for these small cafes, very little advertising allowed and for historical reasons sometimes people have to keep the original business names above the doors, we had a clothes shop pointed out to us later on that had a very old ‘Farmacia’ sign above it, formerly a pharmacy.

    The meeting point for the tour was a few minutes walk away, in fact anything in Lucca is only a few minutes from anywhere within the walls, you just need the GPS on your phone to take you there. The guide, Chiara, was very good, she did the tour in both Italian and English and we got all sorts of information. Lucca was settled in pre-Roman times with the original Roman city only just visible in the centre of the town, there’s a later medieval ‘tall thin brick’ wall which was deemed to be pretty useless for defence, and then in the 1500s the current wall was built though it was never used for defence against anyone.

    Close to the meeting point is a large building which was used by Napoleon’s sister, Elisa Bonaparte, as stables for her horses. She was the ruler of Lucca in Napoleon’s time and was responsible for some of the gardens around the city. Lucca has a population of about 10,000 within the walls, and about 85,000 in the greater area. It’s known as the city of 100 churches and 100 towers, some of the churches are very ornate and obvious, others are just a door in a wall but there are treasures inside.

    We stopped to look at a statue with water taps beneath, the city has very pure water and while we were standing there several people came and went to fill their water bottles (as we did ourselves later). Water is very important in Lucca as it’s used in papermaking, a big industry here. We saw a church nearby with a beautiful mosaic on the outside dedicated to St Frediano who was Irish, made Bishop of Lucca and in the 6th century miraculously diverted the river from the middle of town to outside, stopping the frequent flooding. In actual fact he was some kind of engineer who had also been in Florence and a couple of other places at a time known for water works so probably designed some kind of deviation – but whatever, it was a miracle and Irish Freddie is a saint.

    A nearby street was called ‘Vicola Della Felicita’, something like ‘happy street’ – because it was the red light district in days gone by. And then we saw the tower with trees growing on top, you can climb up 200+ steps if you like, but we passed on that.

    The big surprise was the 2nd century amphitheatre in the middle of town, and indeed when you stand outside one particular spot you can see the remains of a Roman gate if you look hard, then look again and realise that the walls you’ve walked past are curved – see the photo. I’ve cribbed an aerial photo and it’s a round ‘square’ inside, very popular cafes and restaurants, festival venue etc.

    Had to laugh at one point when we stopped to look at a statue of Lucca’s favourite son, Giacomo Puccini and realised it was right outside the restaurant where we’d eaten the night before so we were quite close to ‘home’.

    We didn’t think the town was very crowded at all, easy to walk around without being jostled, just the odd obvious tour group, and I said to Chiara that I supposed the alleys would be very crowded in the high season. She just laughed and said this is the high season and it doesn’t get very crowded at all which surprised me, she said nothing like some of the other cities where you can hardly move.

    It was a good tour, finished at the cathedral so we rushed across the city back to the same place we’d started, ready for the 4.30 ‘walking the walls’ tour.

    We met up with guide Lucia and a smaller group of three Italians, two young Aussies, a Canadian woman and ourselves and she did the tour in two languages. Unfortunately the three Italians talked fairly loudly amongst themselves during the English explanations, and two of them chatted a bit during the Italian ones too, a bit frustrating, and I said to them at one point ‘Excuse me, I can’t hear’ but it didn’t make a lot of difference. A pity, but for all that it was another good tour.

    There are six gates now open for traffic and ten small fortresses, three of the four main forts have been open to the public since 2015 after a very big restoration, they seem to be open to anyone at all times, no obvious gates, there’s good lighting in most of it and the floors are mostly even. The walls are not totally hollow, just the fort-like structures and we could see the holes for cannons, storage areas for gunpowder etc. The gates had drawbridges During WW2 these areas were used as shelters by the local population.

    So we went in and out of these three tunnel complexes, all much the same in design and several other people came and went walking or on bikes, even on one of the pedal cars you see around the town (that was four crazy teenagers). One had three camel-like statues inside the entrance which was an art installation, another had red and white streamers and wooden beams which was some kind of heavenly constellation image. Hmmm. The tunnels are popular with metal detectorists who have found many things from all ages including Roman coins, brooches, small bracelets, and going through to wartime items.

    On the outside of the walls we could see the other side of the cannon emplacements, and noticed then that some of the towers had rounded edges, some square – one was thought to be less vulnerable than the other to enemy fire so they changed to the other design, and I can’t remember which came first.

    We walked on top of the walls for the most part, very flat, tarsealed, a brick wall waist-high on the outer edge, grass on each side of the path, and quite busy with tourists and their maps, a couple of small tour groups, lots of obvious locals walking for their health, kids and parents on bikes, it’s a real asset to the city and very well used.

    One part we saw the local prison, quite a solid building that used to be a big convent – no nuns were going to escape, and certainly no prisoners these days. Lucia told us of one famous prisoner in the 1950’s, an American musician who had been caught with drugs and was sentenced to nine months in Lucca, and while there he used to put on concerts.

    I’ve put in a photo of beautiful gardens belonging to Palazzo Pfanner, not a very Italian name but it belonged to a German family of brewers who made beer here for a couple of hundred years, their home is now open to the public along with the gardens. We’d hoped to visit them in the morning but rain stopped that happening.

    Lucia said that the walls are a very important part of every Lucca resident’s life, and grandparents tell stories about the factories by the walls where women made cigars and were able to leave their children in company nurseries or care, they were very lucky for their time, her mother included. Further back there were stories of a network of canals that came right up to the walls and offloaded bricks, stone and other materials for building the town and walls, not existing now other than a small creek running along part of the walls.

    She also said that one big green area in particular is used for open air concerts, she said it was pretty exciting seeing the Rolling Stones six or seven years ago (she was right at the back, Mick Jagger was barely visible), lots of other performers have been there too. I noticed a poster for Robbie Williams coming in a few weeks, not sure inside or outside the walls.

    So again, a walk back home and my legs were pretty tired, not a pretty sight hauling myself up the two flights of steep steps to the door. We went back to the same restaurant for dinner, a different menu and not so quiet with a tour group of 14 or 15 Aussies on some kind of trek and one lone NZ doctor amongst them, quite interesting earwigging on their conversation and they realised we were from NZ so there was a bit of chipping about the Bledisloe Cup.

    And off to bed ready for the tour to Cinque Terre on Saturday.
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  • Riomaggiore
    La Spezia - the navy is in townVineyards clinging to the hills above the villagesRiomaggioreRiomaggioreManarolaCrowds in VernazzaVernazzaPesto pastaSouvenir photo, no room in the bag for any mugs

    Cinque Terre

    13. toukokuuta 2023, Italia ⋅ ☁️ 20 °C

    13/5 Lucca/Cinque Terre
    Early start so too early for breakfast, Giacomo had packed a bag for us with apples, water, some snacks, and we walked across town to the gate for our pickup to go to Cinque Terre. Met up with two Aussies from Emerald, Queensland also waiting and when the minibus came from Pisa with guide Luigi we met a couple from San Francisco and two Scottish women. Nice small group, Luigi was great, lots of information including the fact that he would be getting married on Monday, he was pretty excited!

    It was a 90 minute drive to the first village and I had to stop myself taking photos of little villages on top of hills or up mountainsides, they’re so pretty but enough is enough! There was a bit of snow on the mountains, very high and grey craggy-looking. We drove about 1km away from the sea but could see it along the way. Passed through Carrara and on either side of the highway were big piles of Carrara marble blocks, bright white streaked with a little grey, waiting to be worked. The blocks would have been the size of a small car.

    We drove through La Spezia which has a naval base and as we got higher got a great view of the bay and the naval basin with a couple of grey ships, a couple of submarines and the tall ship Amerigo Vespucci which is used as a training ship for new recruits so they can see how ‘real’ ships work. It’s visible in the photo, lower left where there’s a square piece of water , it’s about one third from the bottom to the right. Quite a sight close up.

    I’m not going to write a lot about the villages, this website gives a pretty good overview if you click on it https://www.cinqueterre.eu.com/it/ We’re both pleased we went because it was a good day out, nice and sunny, and we were lucky that the ferries were running because it had been too rough the day before, we were told. If they’re not running you go by very quick train trips, just a few minutes each, costing 5 Euro per trip. And many people walk from village to village which would also be a nice way to do it – if you were that way inclined, which, honestly, I’m not. Also, even at mid-May, they were quite crowded so must be diabolical as the season goes on.

    That said, we thought the first three were very pretty, the colours are lovely and the sea is a beautiful colour. Going by ferry you do get a great view and we saw the train on the track going into Vernazza, several tunnels along the way. They’re not very far apart and the ferry only takes a few minutes, had good toilets on board (which is a must for me) but my goodness, they pile the people in – Pete said he saw one man with a counter so perhaps they do have a limit though they seemed crowded.

    The whole of Cinque Terre is a UNESCO World Heritage site from 1997. It’s a national park as well. Going towards the villages we noticed the terracing, much of it dry-stone walling but some with concrete now, and there were lots of grapes growing all over them . We first went to Riomaggiore which is where the photo of me and Pete was taken, very pretty, a very steep walk down from where the driver Alessandro dropped us. Would not fancy pulling suitcases up that hill. Didn’t wander very far but took a couple of photos looking down onto the fishing jetty and had a fresh orange juice just sitting people-watching.

    Second village was Manarola, this is the famous one that’s mostly seen on promotional photos and it does look very pretty as you can see. Claim to fame here, according to Luigi, is very special focaccia which none of us needed any encouragement to try after we’d had a walk along the path to the ‘famous photo site’ looking across to the village, and Pete went up higher along the hillside while I walked further along the cliff path (the flat one!) which was nice and peaceful. They have stone seating at regular intervals, good to look out to sea and watch the ferries and fishing boats.

    And yes, we did try the delicious focaccia, hot from the oven, tomato and basil flavoured. Had to have a custard cannoli as well, why not?

    The trips don’t go to Corniglia because it’s hard to get to, so carried on to Vernazza which was more of the same though we did go into the big church on the waterfront and……the ‘must have’ at this village is gelato/sorbet so all of us indulged in that and a some had the equally famous fish and chips, but as the Aussie man said, ‘it’s not what we’re used to’ and it didn’t look great. I’ll stick to lemon sorbet. That place was famous for its BASIL gelato, sounds odd but Pete had some and I had a taste, it was sweetish and not savoury like you’d think basil would be. I took the photo of the crowds in Vernazza, it was pretty tight when we wandered up the street for a look. Each of the four villages had exactly the same tourist stuff: magnets, hats, cheap clothes, postcards, bags of all sorts, linen stuff……and the occasional ‘real’ shop.

    The last stop was Monterosso and it doesn’t have the steep, attractive town, it’s in two parts with the old town on one side and around the point is a long and extremely popular beach – the easiest town to get to and of course a jumping-off place for tours. Luigi took us up the main street to a shop selling limoncello and all sorts of pasta, flavoured salts, jam, pesto (which this town is famous for), and the owner gave us all a shot of limoncello, we weren’t going to turn that down. Pete and I had lunch down near the waterfront, Luigi got us in fairly promptly and we appeared to get a discount. We tried the famous trofie al pesto which is a kind of rolled pasta with a pesto sauce, green beans and potatoes – delicious!

    Had a wander round the tourist traps for a few minutes after that, Pete chatted to the American man who was Filipino-born and they discussed the Philippines and working conditions there for expats, and then it was up the hill to the van and drive back to Lucca, and yes, I did have a sleep.

    We ate at the same La Tosca restaurant because it was the easy option and tasty again, packed up our bags except essentials, and that was the visit to Lucca finished.

    We would definitely recommend Lucca, and a stay of a few days rather than just the two that we had. It’s a good jumping off point for Pisa DIY (30 minutes on the train), Florence isn’t far for the day, and I think the Cinque Terre tour we did was a good option, expensive, but in the grand scheme of being away for as long as we are, it was the best idea.

    And now, on we go to Venice.
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  • Rice fields everywhere
    Rialto Bridge - iconic VeniceCheck out the wallpaperSmall Bridge of Signs far in the distanceYes, when in Venice you must have a Bellini cocktailThis fish was goldplated if the price is anything to go by

    Venice at last

    14. toukokuuta 2023, Italia ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

    14/5 Lucca to Venice
    First of all I’d like to say that I do change my clothes, its just that I’ve got black and navy jumpers, a couple of pairs of black pants and some black tops so they have all been washed several times. Looking at the photos this morning it looks as though I’ve had the same clothes on all the time with just a change of scarf.

    Up early and despite Giovanni telling us ‘Go to breakfast at 8.15, early, before you catch the train’ he shooed us away for another quarter hour, but we were already packed up so not to worry. He’s a bit OCD but no complaints at all about our accommodation, we’d definitely recommend it as being extreme value for money. Giovanni called a cab for us and we were in plenty of time for the train.

    On the platform we ran into the Aussie couple from the day before so stood and chatted again, they have relatives in Nelson and had visited a few years ago. They’d also travelled a fair bit so we had that in common. We had a half hour on the train to Pisa (no sign of the tower from the station) then all four of us changed for Florence and what a scrum that was to get onto the train with a case and backpack each, it was absolutely crowded, no seat reservations, and it had three levels (quite an odd configuration in the carriages, some are double decker, some are on the level but with maybe four steps up above the wheels, then down again). We all got seats but Pete was tucked into a corner on a flip-down seat with one bag under his feet, the Aussies’ bags beside him and our other bag tucked into an opposite corner, was impossible to do it any other way as there’s no baggage storage other than above the head and no-one's 20kg case is going up there. Got my book read anyway.

    We had 45 minutes at Florence so it was McDonald’s for lunch standing on the platform, easy. At the stations we again noticed people smoking any old where: lined up to get on a train, waiting on the concourse for track numbers, waiting outside cafes. It’s really not very pleasant to be around. You don’t see many vaping so maybe tobacco is cheap. On the train to Venice we laughed, hearing again the announcement that says ‘This train is going to XYZ, if that is not your destination please get off now’ very sternly.

    We had reservations on the third train so no scrums involved. We noticed some people had the lunch boxes and the staff came through with a trolley once we were under way and this time we understood that they were looking for people who had just got on and were giving them the boxes and wine or hot drinks if they wanted. Having just had McDonalds because we weren’t sure about the lunchboxes on every trip (this is only in business class by the way, that’s what our train pass was for booked seating), we declined. They came through again after the next stop and we realised that we could have actually had one on the train Rome to Milan back on the 7th but there’s no English and just a mutter as they go through the carriages really fast so I think there’s a bit more PR needed as it’s a great service. The people next to us didn’t understand so we helped them out with sign language and they were happy to get a free lunch.

    This trip was on a fast train, got up to about 280k but mostly just under 200kph, and I got my laptop out so caught up on a bit of the blog but also looked out the window. We went for miles alongside rice fields, I googled it and this area is the rice bowl of Italy. In some parts the crop was partly flattened in parts and looked a bit like crop circles. I’ve put in a photo of one of the trains with the Venice Lion on the front, they look really good, we saw several on our trip today.

    Had no trouble getting a Vaporetto pass at the station, found our way to the hotel pretty easily, it's just a short walk from the Rialto bridge, checked in and were settled all within an hour so that was good going. We’d stayed at Hotel da Bruno four years ago, as had a friend from Nelson before that and she’d put us onto it, we were happy to stay again https://www.hoteldabruno.com/en/ When we checked in I asked how they’d got on in the bad floods a year or so ago and the receptionist showed us the flood marker almost two feet up the wall. He said they’d had to renovate/repair/replace much of the ground floor but it still looked the same.

    The oldest part of the building is 14th century, they know that, but the main part where we are he didn’t know other than ‘it’s old and has had many changes and owners’. The rooms are very old-fashioned, in fact I know the wallpaper in our room was around in NZ around 1980 because we had similar in our Tukuka Street living room until we repapered it. The bathroom is tiny but there’s hot water (important as you know), and this time we have a little balcony. No tea-making in the rooms but there’s a jug and teabags by reception so you can help yourself at any time (and don’t have to pay 3 Euro).

    We were happy to put our feet up for a while and later went for a walk around the neighbourhood towards St Mark’s Square. I like looking at the shops, there's tourist tat and countless Murano glass shops (rumour has it that much of it is made in China), and still marvel at the old buildings and countless bridges, old doors and their brass knockers and handles, and there are plaster decorations everywhere you look on buildings and bridges. And you wonder how they manage with the flooding pretty much every year getting into the houses, not just on the Grand Canal but in the alleys too.

    We had dinner at quite a nice place and at last had the iconic Venetian Bellini cocktails BUT Pete’s sea bass was priced on weight, it was quite sizeable and I feel he owes me a small Murano glass cat for that small mistake. However the fish was very tasty and expertly boned and served by the waiter. We got gelato from the shop next door to the hotel, it’s really popular through the day, famous in Venice. A nice way to end our day in Venice, my happy place.
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