- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... head for the flea market. Bought myself a Mao hat, pair of mittens and some audio cables and a car charger for the phones. Again it was pretty surreal as I haggled with the chinese shop owner in Mandarin whilst everyone around, including him was speaking in fluent Italian.
Finally met up with everyone at the Cafe Zamboni, strangely enough situated on Via Zamboni (I tell you these Italians must spend ages deciding on the name of ...
Yesterday, much to Joy's delight, Michael found the house where Guido Reni died, and today, thanks to a casual question to the hotel night manager, he was able to take her to the church where Il Guercino is actually buried. This is San Salvatore, and wasn't on our list of visits, but boy was it worth the walk. The night manager, Francesco, could not have been more helpful, and was delighted that someone was taking such an interest in Bologna's artists - one in a million ...
... snow had gone, and the sky was a brilliant clear blue, but the day was very cold. Thank goodness for our new coats. Today we simply toured around gazing in awe at the buildings and taking photo after photo. No galleries today, but the splendour of the churches and the two (that's right, two) cathedrals were enough on their own. We broke for coffee and croissants before finishing our round of the city at the church of ...
After many hugs and handshakes we said farewell to our good friends in Rome, and set off to Bologna. Trenitalia had again messed up our seat reservations - putting us back to back instead of side by side - but the train was fairly empty so it didn't matter, we simply moved seats! The first fun started at Florence when a group of Americans got on with simply enormous cases, and loudly asked that our cases be moved from the ...
... in the road, but all I saw was more mountains. Up and down. Up and down.....
Up and down, and the sun was starting to set. I'd been in the hills for a few hours and I had no idea how close I was to the coast.
I wasn't close at all. The sun went down and it was dark. I had come off the SS12 and somehow ended up on the SS324, an even smaller road with less people and villages. I had no cash and I was running out of petrol. I switched to ...