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... There is a quaint Bolognian custom that these Cafes/Bars have aperitivi from 7 to 8:30 pm. This means that they lay on free food to people buying drinks. The Cafe Zamboni has the best spread according to the travel bible Trip advisor. We had a G & T each and also had a full meal. Not a bad deal for 8 Euro a head.
Home and Bed. Long drive to Baleggio on Lake Como tomorrow. Gonna try to had an early start, not bloody likely!
... is that the figures were sculpted in the early 15th century. They are six hundred years old!! As if this was not enough, the church also has an upstairs gallery, with a fantastic painted ceiling, and yet another amazing sculpture set. How come they could do such wonderful work five and six hundred years ago, and now Saatchi pays millions for a crazy woman's dirty knickers and a stuffed shark? It makes no sense.
After all of this, Michael went in search of ...
... of the stalls of the Christmas street market. Now all he has to do is pack the dirty socks and then go round to the post office tomorrow again. Incidentally, Italian post offices are great places to see numerous breeds of dog. Why do people take a dog on a trip to the post office, where they surely know from experience they will have a long wait, and the dogs will bark and squabble?
Anyway, back to Bologna. ...
... 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 ...