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I think we were on the road before 08:00 this morning. We had a very short uphill section from our overnight stop to rejoin the delightful road which runs over the Cisa pass, and then we were on our way. Again there had been a lot of rain in the night (once more with thunder and lightening) but it had stopped by the time we emerged. From then the day just got better and better and ...
... the energy to make coffee in the morning because we are in the land of espresso so we are making this by coffee press and it takes too damn long. This entry is mainly so you understand what we are not doing on this trip and that is spending each evening like this couple across from us at the moment who are enjoying some wine and reading books. I have yet to take out the book I brought with me and only just worked on my resume, which had to be done in the car on the way ...
... we found this place called, "GREEN PARK RESTAURANT". This place was situated by the river which flowed next to the Main Street...golly golly gosh did this place have some character. It was like walking into a party at the GATSBY palace. There were lights everywhere, gold and marbles pillars and statues - it was literally the bees knees. We thought this must be some sort of private hotel for ...
... it everywhere. Walking through the old city you'll hear live music coming from the upper stories... mostly violins, but other instruments as well. Here people come from all over not just to learn to play music, but to make musical instruments. And these are made, not in big, streamlined factories, but in back alley shops. There's something very lofty and majestic about this place. To explore an old Italian city is one thing. To do it while being serenaded ...
... to get really boring after a while. So reluctantly, after stopping at a cybercafe to create back ups of all my pictures, I climb aboard a train, to go "province hopping"--visiting at least one town in every province of Lombardia. Pizzighetona isn't a town I'd planned to stop at, but as we cross a river and I see a beautiful bridge in the distance, the town catches my fancy, and I hop off the train for a quick ...