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... there. It’s a family castle, still in use, so unfortunately we can’t go inside, but that doesn’t spoil this magical moment, taking turns immortalizing this place and time through song… gazing out to the ancient town nestled at the seaside to our right… the mountain peaks disappearing into the clouds in front of us… a narrow winding valley with little orchard hamlet for as far as the eye can see to our left, and the castle ...
When possible, all vehicles also use the outside lane. This leaves the middle lane for those passing slower vehicles and the inside lane for the speedsters or those just passing middle lane traffic.
It is actually the way our lanes on motorways are supposed to be used but aren't. You don't see motorists "hogging" the middle lane, justified they are travelling the speed limit! It just doesn't happen here so the traffic flows.
Today we slept in a bit, which was a nice change of pace. We enjoyed breakfast outside on the terrace, overlooking the water. The poached eggs come highly recommended and did not disappoint (I too wondered how poached eggs could be so great, but they were perfectly cooked, atop toasted bread drizzled with olive oil... Yummy). We also discovered the lemon filled croissants... Amazing. This area of Italy is known for lemons, and you can find lemon anything here. After breakfast, ...
... the boat and had a nice lunch at the patio grill. The theme was BBQ and I had a Caesar salad, grilled shrimp and fries along with a Heineken. Jamie had a Caesar salad with chicken. Then we grabbed our books and spent time in Seaborne Square since this was our first cloudy day. No rain but it was in the high 50s.
We then had drinks into he observation lounge and dined in the main ...
... passes through this pleasant little town.
“Does nothing work in this bloody country?!”
The greying, middle-aged man struggled to activate the movement sensor on the tap. His uncomfortable, reddish cheeks and pale arms partially hidden by a bright short-sleeved shirt were indicative of what a stereotypical British – no, English – tourist should look like.
“Um, try this one” is the reply from the adjacent sink, its ...