My legs and feet hurt, and we weren't gone that long (4 hours), but I can definitely testify that hills and cobblestones, friendly to me they aren't. Maggi was up and we were out soon after my last note. We stopped for a quick cappuccinos and a sweet for breakfast. Savory isn't a breakfast term in Italy, unless they've been Americanized. Order and stand at the counter for least price, sit and pay more. Anthony, the proprietor of the Bar Blue seemed to take pity on us and only charged €2 even tho' we moved over to counter seating. And boy was he a cappuccino artiste, hearts and flowers in the foam.
We began the cobblestone trek directly after, already talking
about lunch. We chose to walk down (up?) the main drag and I swear must have met endless boatloads of tours coming other way. I am pretty sure they had less time to see all the sites, so we pretty much stayed out of their way. Around 1 we stopped off the beaten path for a quick pannini and a bottle of water thinking that would hold us for awhile, but as we started towards the Duomo, gelato (3 kinds of course) jumped in cups and forced itself on us. We will be eating lots of that wonderful creation.
The Duomo is definitely beautiful. If we hadn't been so full of gelato and hauling water and sweaters, we might have done the tour. They are open until 7pm during the week so will probably go back when tours leave area. Struggled back to apartment making our way through a few streets where you take your life in your hands. Everyone else is taking a siesta, we decided we needed one too. Bring on the vino.
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