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... No kitchen. No facilities. 40€ Per night.ok value - clean and just few yrs old. Town has closed up out of season feel. Sea rough and lots debris on shore- obviously had big storm recently. Lunch at local bar - focaccia and tomato salad - pretty ordinary but what do we expect from a bar on seafront in tourist town. The town survives on cinque terre visitors - most building converted to tourism use - bars restaurants and accom. ...
... along one avenue. Was a very wealthy town at one time and a separate principality run by the Garibaldi family before they went to Venice. Maze of lane ways behind main piazza with little shops and bars. Stopped for a beer in one place with a cellar restaurant. Hot and sweaty waterproof and jumper- but the Italians are rugged up in overcoats and scarves- think its a fashion statement. Went out again for dinner- down an interesting looking ...
... see a butchers shop or general store. We pass through the narrowest alleyway and find ourselves outside the cathedral. We went inside and lit a candle for everyone.
We go back to the dukes palace and make our way back to the square where our day started, but what a difference a couple of hours have made, the sun is glorious and it is warm and it feels a bit Mediterranean which we are grateful for. The long queue to get in to town is equalled by the ...
... through beech, oak and chestnut woods made it more pleasant. We came across the Tower of Orlando, the only remains of "Old Paciano", destroyed during one of the numerous wars in the middle of the 11th century. Then there was a tumbledown house with a glorious view which has been up for sale for nearly 30 years (at least). The wildflowers on the roadside were amazing. Then we came across a load of bees swarming around their hive in a tree - we could ...
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