Sunday, September 21

On Thursday we walked over 12 kilometres up and down steep hills as we explored the old town, before walking back to the apartment and spending the evening in Il Brigantino. Today we decided to go for a less arduous sort of walk.

We walked to the marina along flat ground.

The area had plenty of Ferraris with Monte Carlo licence plates jostling for parking space, alongside old ladies who appeared to have lived in their apartments all their lives, and whose children will make their fortunes selling them when they finally die.

We sit in a café and ordered a sandwich that turns up looking at least twice the size we expected. I photograph some beach umbrellas while an old Italian woman shouts into her phone as only the deaf can do.