Brindisi

The plane.

Beautiful views of the Alps and the Croatian coastline.

Wowzer.

Brindisi. 

Run-down but building it all back up.

I love the chaos and the potential.

Will it keep its character?

Or sell out to the almighty god of Tourism?

An Electric Ave Maria at the Piaza Duomo.

The Catholic Church is trying to keep up with whatever is hip & happening, and in this case it is a Neon Halo.

The husband and I ate too much.

A mountain of gluten-free Risotto.

There must be some genetic tolerance for carbohydrates built into the Italian DNA.

The youth all look the same.

Stove-piped jeans, rolled up, will be the new rage.

We saw the exchanging of pills of ill-repute on the street.

Boys have big hair, girls have short skirts with black tights and dark lipstick.

It's like Rick Astley-meets-The Adams Family.

Tomorrow Lecce, Otranto and Gallipoli.

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