Hotel De La Ville
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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... took photos, grabbed Juliet's breast and put locks on the back gate. I saw couples whispering to each other and sharing a secret kiss. I thought about it. Was it a silly tourist trap? After all there is no evidence that Romeo and Juliet ever existed! I could have easily laughed at the people saying their I love you's and putting their locks on the gate hoping that meant their love would last forever. But I didn't. I embraced ...
... it his workshop.
First we head outside the city, up a long stairway up into the hills. Here you follow narrow roads lined with walls past vast villa estates. Johnny wants to visit and photograph one of these villas which has Palladio's signature design. With so much architecture to be enjoyed for free, I'm a bit reluctant to pay to see a building... so I take a walk through the countryside instead.
Afterwards we head back ...
... of distance and depth. I've never seen anything like it. The seating is colliseum-like and the audience is surrounded by statues of famous Roman characters. The best I could do was take a few pics of the outdoor courtyard surrounding the theatre. It would be worth it to look online at some of the photos of the interior of the theatre. The ...
... look. Gianfranco is 78 years old. He is fit and still plays many sports, tennis, volley ball and the like. He spent most of his working life as the 'Head of Dispatch' in the factory that produced the Laverda motorcycle which came to Australia in the late 70's. Guido also worked at this factory in his early teens. Gianfranco lives in a small appartment, literally at the foot of the mountains. This is where ...
I can't believe I've been in Italy for over two months now! It feels like much, much longer. How can so much happen in such a short amount of time? So let's see...the week after Barcelona, we carved pumpkins. Usually Italians just eat the pumpkins, so to have a jack-o-lantern was a novel thing. I asked the boys if they would like to help gut the pumpkins, but they were too grossed out by the slimy-ness (sliminess?) so I did them myself. They took them ...