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... about these things, I can't really imagine my friends being very interested. I really can't blame anyone because I was only half-listening to every tour. I could only think about how cold I was and wondering when we were going to eat...me. I love food.
Another fun thing, I showed my mom where I made reservations for when she comes to visit and this is what she said:
I love her, she makes me laugh :)
We felt we needed an easy day today, for reasons explained later, and had an fairly late breakfast before strolling out to see the remaining churches and artworks in Parma. Incidentally, the trattoria we had intended to return to last night was closed, so we tried another - the Trattoria Tribunale - which turned out to be not only more pleasant, but also cheaper!
Anyway, this morning we went to the church of St John the Baptist, ...
Well there they all are....on every street corner...in nearly every cafe...even in the clothes shops. Petit and dainty clothed in fancy coats or little pyjama suits, big and butch, long and lanky, large and hairy, dazzling with diamante, lush with leather. Yes...they are Parma's dogs. They are everywhere, walking, carried, ambling with nose to the ground, standing their ground, are at a ...
... one can go right up to the works in it and look closely at them) Also in this section are a couple of Annibale Carracci frescoes - also amazing. Then there is the Parmigianino painting "The Turkish Slave".....with all its intricate detailing and gentle doe like eyes.
Moving on slowly through the rest of the exhibits is a fascinating history of art in the Parma area with most of the names not recognisable as " greats" but "great" to the area. And then comes ...
... 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 ...