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... depictions of Jesus blah blah blah, was the Meridian line. The inside of the Basilica was less ornate than I have become used to, it was actually quite plain.
We had lunch at an Italian food court which was varied in choice - pasta, cold meats, cheese or cold meats, cheese and pasta or cheese, pasta and cold meats. We all shared one of each.
After the feeding frenzy of pasta, cheese and cold meats, we hunted down ...
... and one of the staff had spent time in Dublin at Blackrock College, so spoke great English with an Oirish accent. Well, an Italian one anyway! The really cute thing was the Nativity Scene (Presep as they are called here) where all the figures were fashioned with wine corks and caps. And then we noticed the shelf full of other, everyday, characters made in the same way. Very cleverly done. Joy took photos which we'll put in when time allows.
After this ...
... 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 ...
... disappointing to be honest. Still we set off to find the National Gallery, which turned out to be about ten minute walk, and then went to lunch in a nearby cafe/bar as the gallery didn't open till two. Lunch was good and simple, but a bit pricey. We were tomdiscover though that this price is typical of Bologna. Ah well, can't have it all cheap you know! Then the gallery... Joy still hasn't come down to earth. She ...
... 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 ...