Whilst Rob had his head down in a stinky electric loo with spanner in hand, in a very tight space, Sabine and I had a carefree wander, aimlessly going where the streets took us. We found the little shops in the back streets behind the old port and clambered up cobbled steps, seeing snippets of life in the old lane-ways, where washing was strung between open windows and exuberant Italian voices echoed from within.
flower arrangement very much to my liking
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