Thursday, September 18

Il Brigantino sits overlooking the sea, almost opposite the Group bar. We sit on the terrace and order a meal that turns out much bigger than we expected.

The view from the terrace shows us seagulls, rocks, sea, sky, and a man paddleboarding. We sit and watch the sun slowly setting.

The meal arrives in a very unhurried manner and we sit there for almost two hours with the manager and Irma engaging in periodic discussions in animated Italian; his more fluent than hers. Irma’s Italian though proves more than capable of keeping the conversation going.

I watch and listen impressed.