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... depictions of Jesus blah blah blah, was the Meridian line. The inside of the Basilica was less ornate than I have become used to, it was actually quite plain.
We had lunch at an Italian food court which was varied in choice - pasta, cold meats, cheese or cold meats, cheese and pasta or cheese, pasta and cold meats. We all shared one of each.
After the feeding frenzy of pasta, cheese and cold meats, we hunted down ...
... he described Joy. Well, we knew that anyway!
After the excitement of San Salvatore and Guercino's tomb, we walked on to San Paolo Maggiore and San Domenico, two more glorious churches with wonderful artwork. San Domenico, where Reni is buried, is described as "a treasure house of Italian art" and rightly so. About the only thing missing for Joy was a hidden Caravaggio! In between these two, Michael found a cute little bar serving great coffee and brioches ...
The reason for this strange title, is that we have decided to send home our laundry - the cases and now stuffed with books and in danger of collapse, and so are we from humping them on and off trains! So this morning Michael made two big parcels and set off to find a post office. He found one but was told the parcels had to be in a box. Where the ###### do we find a box in Bologna??? Well, the answer turned out to be round ...
... even Rome only has 23) connected hy crowded walkways, millions of signs, several lifts (some not working) at least two long escalators, and several miles it seemed of stairs. Eventually we found our way, maming a mental note to allow about two hours to find our way back when we move in three days!
We found a taxi with no trouble and got to the hotel around noon. It's ok, but "cheap and cheerful" describes it well. ...
... looked like a post office. I stopped and walked up and saw there was an ATM. I was almost completely out of petrol and I had seen a small garage a few kilometers back, so I thought it would be safest to head back. I made it and filled the bike up. I fixed the exhaust which had been knocked off as I hit a hole earlier. I added a bit of engine oil and felt exhausted but relived.
It turned out that this was the last small village before hitting the costal ...