Tomorrow we are jumping on a train and heading for Berlin, the last stop of our European odyssey. It's weird to think that in just over a week I'll be back at my desk at work... I just hope no one has stolen my window seat! Since our last update we have visitied Venice, Munich, Vienna and Prague... all very different and very unique cities.
Venice was a blast and a crazy place to stay. Our guidebook recommended getting lost in Venice, and it is very easy to do. Our hotelier was suprised we found the hotel so easily, and that was probably the last time we did! Each night (admittedly after a few wines) we would stumble around in the dark, trying to make sense of the random street signs and nonsensical numbering. We always made it back somehow, and our room was right on a canal, giving us a fantastic view of Venetian life, as taxi drivers parked their boats after a long days work and gondoliers slowly drifted past.
One aspect of Venice that Michelle particularly enjoyed was the never-ending tolling of the church bells. It would start at around 8am each morning and they would ring at random intervals throughout the day until about 9pm at night. Michelle was convinced we were staying next to a bell-ringing school, but I just think that all the different churches were just vying for a slice of the hourly pie.
After Venice had eaten our wallets we popped into Munich for a tour of mad King Ludwig's castles of Linderhof and Neuschwanstein. Our tour guide was not a big fan of the mad king, so we got a rather unique view of his reign and his 'achievements'. Nevertheless, the castles were impressive, if not a little staged, as they were turned into museums only 6 days after his death!
Several litres of beer later we were on our way to Vienna, which truly felt like the (former) culture capital of Europe. We saw so many fantastic masterpieces by Klimt, Schiele and other artists it was quite overwhelming. Vienna was also occupied after World War II and was only allowed independence after agreeing to be neutral. Before they left, however, the occupying forces made the locals erect a few monuments to celebrate their liberation. It is weird to see a soviet memorial in the middle of a Viennese park! They also started World War I, which was the end of the Hapsburg rule, and of monarchies all over Europe. The end of that war also saw the death of Klimt, Schiele, Wagner and many more major artists of the time to influenza. Its amazing how suddenly Vienna fell after thriving for so long.
From Vienna we have travelled to a former part of the Hapsburg Empire, Prague. The Hapsburgs used to rule from here when Vienna was being attacked, and it was only after WWI that the Czechs and Slovaks gained independence. Their history is littered with foreigners ruling over them, included communist Russia after WWII. There are still many communist era sights around, and we even visited a Museum of Communism which sought to recreate life under communist rule. Needless to say, it wasn't pretty! It made us both appreciate our own freedoms much more and understand why the Czech people fought so hard for theirs (and against such huge odds). By the way, the museum is located above a McDonalds and next door to a casino...
Michelle particularly enjoyed the Mucha Museum, deicated to Alfons Mucha, who is considered the father of Art Nouveau. He pioneered many of the poster and print techniques that would become all the rage in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He was also a great painter, and worked on a truly grandiose Slavic Epic, which he donated to the slavic people to inspire them. Sadly, he died after being interrogated by the Nazis at the beginning of WWII.
Another sad sight we saw today was a collection of paintings made by jewish children that had been sent to the Tyrin concentration camp. Almost none of the children survived, but whilst in the camp, which was a stopover on the way to the extermination camps, the adults tried to create as normal a life for the children as they could. This included schooling and exercise, and painting in particular, which would allow them to express their fears and hopes. It was a sobering sight and is housed in a synagogue which is decorated with the hand-written names of 80,000 slavic jews that were murdered during the war (the soviets white-washed over the names, but they have since been restored). Another nearby synagogue has a collection of jewish artifacts that the nazis had collected to display in a Museum of the Exterminated Jewish People.
After that we went and visited a museum to the greatest czech inventor that never lived and scooted up and down an imitation Eiffel Tower (strangely not our first).
And so we now only have Berlin ahead of us before we fly back to Hong Kong for a brief shopping explosion before heading home. It will be sad to end our holiday, but good to get back into a routine... and start earning some money again!
Showing posts with label italy. Show all posts
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Monday, May 19, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Buses, Boats, Chairlifts and Trains
Yesterday we went on a massive mission around the Amalfi coast to Salerno and then on to Paestum. We had every intention of starting the day early, but after a hearty breakfast (for a change) and a quick email check it was 10am before we got out the door. We walked down to Sorrento and lined up for the Amalfi bus.
The thing about Italy is that no one respects the line, least of all the driver. There were 12 people in front of us when we arrived and about 19 when the bus actually arrived (the bus was so late I counted them several times). The mostly English tourists kept directing people to the back of the queue, but when the driver turned up he promptly parked half way down and opened the doors. Luckily for us, we were half way down the line and so got on the bus relatively quickly after letting a few of the oldies on.
The bus ride around the Amalfi coast is probably one of the best bus rides I have ever experienced. The bus hugs the cliffside as it winds back and forth around the coast between the towns. At some points there is a 150m+ drop on one side and a cliff face on the other, with only one lane and numerous blind corners. The driver would toot his horn on the approach to the tightest hairpins to alert any oncoming drivers. We got a seat on the right hand side and so got the most scenic view. Michelle had the window seat and was our cameraman for the trip. So many times on the trip you are left wide-eyed and mouth agape, it's hard to capture on camera with all the trees and road signs whizzing by. It is something I would recommend easily, despite the 2 hours of hairpin turns!
Yes, that is the view from the bus window! We didn't stay long in Amalfi before heading off to Salerno and then to Paestum. We didn't really realise until afterwards how far we had travelled, but it took us over 3 hours to get there by bus and just over 2 hours to get back by train! Our bus to Salerno broke down on the way, which didn't help either. Once we got to Paestum, though, we quickly forgot all that as we were blown away by the ancient Greek ruins. There are three temples standing in what was originally a Greek town, which was subsequently conquered by Luccians, Romans, Etruscans and anybody else who happened along. They all seem to have respected the previous customs and so what remains are some of the best preserved ruins in Magna Graecia. The museum has some of the only surviving Greek paintings, including the famous diver. For 2500+ year old ruins they were certainly amazing. Italy may not have the best Roman ruins, but they have some of the best Greek ones!
Today we spent time on the island of Capri. It was one very, very expensive day, but it seems there is no such thing as a cheap day on Capri. Our first port of call was the famous Blue Grotto. We saved a bit of cash by taking a bus to the grotto and jumping onto a rowboat at the bottom of the stairs leading to the water. The scene near the entrance was pure madness. Tour boats jostled for position and shouted to the smaller rowboats to come and take their passengers into the grotto. Once you get in a rowboat (and pay the 10€ per person fee) your boatman will grab a chain near the entrance, ask you all to lie very flat and then time the waves before pulling you through the small entrance. Our guy managed to bang the boat on the top of the rock, but we made it in. Once in you get a quick 5 minute paddle (and an 'impromptu' song) around the 60m long, 20m deep grotto before you repeat the procedure and pop out into the real world again. The blue light is quite remarkable, but the rigmarole involved in getting there is the most fun.
Next up we grabbed a chairlift to the top of one of the mountains (I forget the name). The trip takes you over numerous lemon, orange, and kiwifruit orchards before the final steep ascent. Twelve minutes later we were on top of the world looking down on creation. The view from so high up reminded me of being on an aeroplane, with the horizon blurring the sky and sea together.
We decided to hike back down and visit a church perched on the side of the mountian with a supposedly unbeatable view. Our path was blocked, however, by a scaly serpent!
We had seen a snake in Paestum the previous day (complete with girlish screams from both Michelle and myself) but that one seemed to be more scared of us than we were of it. The one on Capri, however, was not going to give up his favourite sunning rock. It was us or the snake, and so we turned around and ran back to Anacapri.
A short bus and ferry ride later we were back in Sorrento and far away from the snake. We grabbed a gelatti and wandered back to our hotel, just in time to sit and watch the sun set from a terrace nearby.
Back in the hotel we bumped into a couple from Victor Harbor while I was backing up some photos and talked for so long that our early night became yet another late one. After another huge meal at Taverna Rosso we are ready to hit the sack and prepare for Venice, the last Italian stop on our journey. I think I'm gonna miss the madness!
The thing about Italy is that no one respects the line, least of all the driver. There were 12 people in front of us when we arrived and about 19 when the bus actually arrived (the bus was so late I counted them several times). The mostly English tourists kept directing people to the back of the queue, but when the driver turned up he promptly parked half way down and opened the doors. Luckily for us, we were half way down the line and so got on the bus relatively quickly after letting a few of the oldies on.
The bus ride around the Amalfi coast is probably one of the best bus rides I have ever experienced. The bus hugs the cliffside as it winds back and forth around the coast between the towns. At some points there is a 150m+ drop on one side and a cliff face on the other, with only one lane and numerous blind corners. The driver would toot his horn on the approach to the tightest hairpins to alert any oncoming drivers. We got a seat on the right hand side and so got the most scenic view. Michelle had the window seat and was our cameraman for the trip. So many times on the trip you are left wide-eyed and mouth agape, it's hard to capture on camera with all the trees and road signs whizzing by. It is something I would recommend easily, despite the 2 hours of hairpin turns!
Yes, that is the view from the bus window! We didn't stay long in Amalfi before heading off to Salerno and then to Paestum. We didn't really realise until afterwards how far we had travelled, but it took us over 3 hours to get there by bus and just over 2 hours to get back by train! Our bus to Salerno broke down on the way, which didn't help either. Once we got to Paestum, though, we quickly forgot all that as we were blown away by the ancient Greek ruins. There are three temples standing in what was originally a Greek town, which was subsequently conquered by Luccians, Romans, Etruscans and anybody else who happened along. They all seem to have respected the previous customs and so what remains are some of the best preserved ruins in Magna Graecia. The museum has some of the only surviving Greek paintings, including the famous diver. For 2500+ year old ruins they were certainly amazing. Italy may not have the best Roman ruins, but they have some of the best Greek ones!
Today we spent time on the island of Capri. It was one very, very expensive day, but it seems there is no such thing as a cheap day on Capri. Our first port of call was the famous Blue Grotto. We saved a bit of cash by taking a bus to the grotto and jumping onto a rowboat at the bottom of the stairs leading to the water. The scene near the entrance was pure madness. Tour boats jostled for position and shouted to the smaller rowboats to come and take their passengers into the grotto. Once you get in a rowboat (and pay the 10€ per person fee) your boatman will grab a chain near the entrance, ask you all to lie very flat and then time the waves before pulling you through the small entrance. Our guy managed to bang the boat on the top of the rock, but we made it in. Once in you get a quick 5 minute paddle (and an 'impromptu' song) around the 60m long, 20m deep grotto before you repeat the procedure and pop out into the real world again. The blue light is quite remarkable, but the rigmarole involved in getting there is the most fun.
Next up we grabbed a chairlift to the top of one of the mountains (I forget the name). The trip takes you over numerous lemon, orange, and kiwifruit orchards before the final steep ascent. Twelve minutes later we were on top of the world looking down on creation. The view from so high up reminded me of being on an aeroplane, with the horizon blurring the sky and sea together.
We decided to hike back down and visit a church perched on the side of the mountian with a supposedly unbeatable view. Our path was blocked, however, by a scaly serpent!
We had seen a snake in Paestum the previous day (complete with girlish screams from both Michelle and myself) but that one seemed to be more scared of us than we were of it. The one on Capri, however, was not going to give up his favourite sunning rock. It was us or the snake, and so we turned around and ran back to Anacapri.
A short bus and ferry ride later we were back in Sorrento and far away from the snake. We grabbed a gelatti and wandered back to our hotel, just in time to sit and watch the sun set from a terrace nearby.
Back in the hotel we bumped into a couple from Victor Harbor while I was backing up some photos and talked for so long that our early night became yet another late one. After another huge meal at Taverna Rosso we are ready to hit the sack and prepare for Venice, the last Italian stop on our journey. I think I'm gonna miss the madness!
Thoughts on Italy
We have just come back from an expensive but entertaining day on Capri (pronounced KAH-pree, not like the pants). We completely blew our budget, but it was worth it as the views from the isalnd were stunning. I am just burning a DVD, so I'll put up some photos later, but thought I'd take a moment to reflect on Italy.
Compared to France and Barcelona, Italy seems like it is on a different planet! The people on the street walk at what we have dubbed "Italian pace", making it difficult to walk anywhere in a hurry. It's not uncommon for them to completely stop as they amble about, completely oblivious to anything and everyone. But as soon as those same people get behind the wheel of a car they all think they are in the F1! Crossing the road takes faith, as there are no crossing lights and the cars won't stop if you wait on the side of the road. You have to walk out in front of the cars and trust that they will brake. Usually they do, but some will just swerve around you and keep going flat out. You have to make sure to keep a consistent pace!
For a country that has millions of tourists each year, they do try pretty hard to give visitors a bad impression. The toilets are filthy and have no seats. Almost all tourist sites have rude staff. The trains are old, dirty and always late (unless you're late too, in which case they are on time). The streets have almost no signage. The pavement will occasionally disappear, leaving you to walk on the street and dodge cars. Everyone smokes, everywhere, all the time. There is dog poo everywhere and here in the Napoli district they haven't collected the rubbish in several weeks!
Yet, despite all this, Italy is a fantastic place and one that I could easily visit again. Our guidebook advised us to take a deep breath and relax whenever we encounter these Italian-isms, and that has been invaluable advice. We have also found that when you are able to spend a little more time and get to visit the same place a few times, the locals do warm to you. Quite often, the best hospitality is found in the cheapest, back street places.
In Rome we ended up in a small local food place after the restaurant we were looking for was closed. We umm-ed and ahh-ed before ordering the cheapest things on the menu (2 pastas) but the owner, although he didn't speak english, was gracious and very patient. He must have pitied our minimal meal, because he gave us large serves. While we were eating he came over and gave us a plate of fresh whole fave beans and pecorino cheese, and even showed us how to pop them out to eat, completely free! It was such a stark contrast to the overcharging, short-changing street vendors and cafés near the tourist sites and its a memory that has stuck with us. We have made it a habit now to seek out the smaller local places. If your hotelier is a local, it's a good idea to ask them where they eat!
In the end, that's the trick with Italy. It's not as organised as France or as welcoming as Spain, but once you get past the all the touristy crap and get to the heart of the real Italy, it is perhaps the most rewarding.
Compared to France and Barcelona, Italy seems like it is on a different planet! The people on the street walk at what we have dubbed "Italian pace", making it difficult to walk anywhere in a hurry. It's not uncommon for them to completely stop as they amble about, completely oblivious to anything and everyone. But as soon as those same people get behind the wheel of a car they all think they are in the F1! Crossing the road takes faith, as there are no crossing lights and the cars won't stop if you wait on the side of the road. You have to walk out in front of the cars and trust that they will brake. Usually they do, but some will just swerve around you and keep going flat out. You have to make sure to keep a consistent pace!
For a country that has millions of tourists each year, they do try pretty hard to give visitors a bad impression. The toilets are filthy and have no seats. Almost all tourist sites have rude staff. The trains are old, dirty and always late (unless you're late too, in which case they are on time). The streets have almost no signage. The pavement will occasionally disappear, leaving you to walk on the street and dodge cars. Everyone smokes, everywhere, all the time. There is dog poo everywhere and here in the Napoli district they haven't collected the rubbish in several weeks!
Yet, despite all this, Italy is a fantastic place and one that I could easily visit again. Our guidebook advised us to take a deep breath and relax whenever we encounter these Italian-isms, and that has been invaluable advice. We have also found that when you are able to spend a little more time and get to visit the same place a few times, the locals do warm to you. Quite often, the best hospitality is found in the cheapest, back street places.
In Rome we ended up in a small local food place after the restaurant we were looking for was closed. We umm-ed and ahh-ed before ordering the cheapest things on the menu (2 pastas) but the owner, although he didn't speak english, was gracious and very patient. He must have pitied our minimal meal, because he gave us large serves. While we were eating he came over and gave us a plate of fresh whole fave beans and pecorino cheese, and even showed us how to pop them out to eat, completely free! It was such a stark contrast to the overcharging, short-changing street vendors and cafés near the tourist sites and its a memory that has stuck with us. We have made it a habit now to seek out the smaller local places. If your hotelier is a local, it's a good idea to ask them where they eat!
In the end, that's the trick with Italy. It's not as organised as France or as welcoming as Spain, but once you get past the all the touristy crap and get to the heart of the real Italy, it is perhaps the most rewarding.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Super Mega Happy Photo Hour
I (finally) figured out how to upload more than five photos at a time.... although I'm not sure if that's a good thing! Apologies in advance for all the wasted bandwidth.
We have free internet again at our new hotel in St. Agnello, near Sorrento. We are staying in a converted monastery right near the sea, which makes a pleasant change from the madness of Rome. But, on to the photos...
First up, a photo from our last night in Carcassonne. The big bright ball of light on the left was actually the moon rising over the old city. We caught it by fluke after I got us lost leaving the city and took us through a dark, treacherous route to get to the bridge. It's a miracle we didn't twist or break our ankles as we climbed and jumped down the overgrown slopes in total darkness.
Next up is Pisa. We arrived early enough to book a trip up the tower wnd still have enough time for lunch (pesto on foccacia!). It certainly wasn't the highest tower we have climbed but it was certainly one of the most bizarre. When you are in the enclosed stairwell it seems like the walls should be straight up and down, but your balance is all off and it seems like you keep bumping into the walls. Definitely an experience even if the view from the top is a bit underwhelming.
This photo was taken from the Ponte Vecchio in Florence as the sun was setting. The bridge is full of shops selling jewellry.... Michelle was in heaven! I wandered off to take this photo and managed to lose Michelle briefly - on a bridge! It was packed with people and street hawkers. The police would turn up now and then and the hawkers would all disappear, but it seemed that there were always new ones setting up behind the cops as they walked by.
The view from the top of the Duomo in Florence is worth the 420-odd steps it takes to get there. We arrived late so we could see the sun set from the top and the view was magical.
From Florence we headed to Rome, and wandered around at night checking out the sights. The Pantheon was pretty awesome both in the day and night, but unfortunately we didn't get to go inside. The day we had put down to visit was a Sunday, but it is still used as a church (which is why it wasn't knocked down like other roman buildings) and so it was only open for services on Sunday. Curses!
The day that we should have gone to the Pantheon we went to the Collosseum instead! This was the 43rd day of our trip, as Michelle was only too eager to point out. The Collosseum was pretty much just as we expected. We had both seen and read so much about it that when we finally got inside it was a case of "yeah, and...?". After the awesome Pont du Gard and the well preserved amphitheater in Arles it seems that the best Roman ruins aren't in Rome!
But that's not to say that Rome isn't amazing in it's own right. This photo is from the Roman Forum, right next door to the Collosseum, and yes that is me standing in front of the arch. There are three of these arches still standing and they used to have a matching set opposite them and a huge arched roof... the scale of everything is so mind boggling!
Next up is a super sneaky photo from the Sistine Chapel. Don't tell anyone I took this because photos aren't allowed! I guess it was a little disrespectful, but unlike most of the other tourists in there I didn't use a flash! The ceiling and walls would be a bit overwhelming if our awesome guide hadn't broken it down for us beforehand. We had guided tours of both the Vatican Museum and the Vatican Scavi, which is a number of catacombs and excavations carried out underneath St. Peter's Basilica which uncovered St. Peter's original tomb.
Speaking of St. Peter's Basilica, we popped back in after our scavi tour and managed to catch the sun shining down on the altar (which we had just been scrambling underneath). The tour guide for the scavi was brilliant, giving some pretty impassioned speeches about the mausoleums and the mystery surrounding St. Peter's grave. I would recommend it to anyone, religious or not!
This one is a quick snap by Michelle of the typical Rome skyline as seen from pretty much any hill around town. There were actually two other domes that are just out of the frame!
We saved the best of Rome till last - the gelatti! We found an excellent place called Giolitti that serves the tastiest and best priced gelatti in town. It was one of the few places anywhere that we went back to twice. That night we had Rice (tasted like rice pudding) and Pistachio (tasted fresh, not like regular pistachio) on the left and Kiwifruit and Mixed Berry on the right. Bellissimo!
These last two pics come from Pompei, which we visited today on our way to St. Angello. The first shows the ruins of the Pompei Forum with Vesuvius inthe background. The mountain dominates the skyline from pretty much everywhere around the town. Imagine it with a pointed peak to get an idea of how much stuff was thrown out when it erupted for 18 hours straight.
Lastly, one of the many stray dogs in Pompei, but easily the cutest. Don't pat him though, he might have rabies!
Tomorrow we are deciding between visiting Capri island or checking out the Greek ruins at Paestum, but it will probably depend on the weather. With any luck we'll have some more photos to show off!
We have free internet again at our new hotel in St. Agnello, near Sorrento. We are staying in a converted monastery right near the sea, which makes a pleasant change from the madness of Rome. But, on to the photos...
First up, a photo from our last night in Carcassonne. The big bright ball of light on the left was actually the moon rising over the old city. We caught it by fluke after I got us lost leaving the city and took us through a dark, treacherous route to get to the bridge. It's a miracle we didn't twist or break our ankles as we climbed and jumped down the overgrown slopes in total darkness.
Next up is Pisa. We arrived early enough to book a trip up the tower wnd still have enough time for lunch (pesto on foccacia!). It certainly wasn't the highest tower we have climbed but it was certainly one of the most bizarre. When you are in the enclosed stairwell it seems like the walls should be straight up and down, but your balance is all off and it seems like you keep bumping into the walls. Definitely an experience even if the view from the top is a bit underwhelming.
This photo was taken from the Ponte Vecchio in Florence as the sun was setting. The bridge is full of shops selling jewellry.... Michelle was in heaven! I wandered off to take this photo and managed to lose Michelle briefly - on a bridge! It was packed with people and street hawkers. The police would turn up now and then and the hawkers would all disappear, but it seemed that there were always new ones setting up behind the cops as they walked by.
The view from the top of the Duomo in Florence is worth the 420-odd steps it takes to get there. We arrived late so we could see the sun set from the top and the view was magical.
From Florence we headed to Rome, and wandered around at night checking out the sights. The Pantheon was pretty awesome both in the day and night, but unfortunately we didn't get to go inside. The day we had put down to visit was a Sunday, but it is still used as a church (which is why it wasn't knocked down like other roman buildings) and so it was only open for services on Sunday. Curses!
The day that we should have gone to the Pantheon we went to the Collosseum instead! This was the 43rd day of our trip, as Michelle was only too eager to point out. The Collosseum was pretty much just as we expected. We had both seen and read so much about it that when we finally got inside it was a case of "yeah, and...?". After the awesome Pont du Gard and the well preserved amphitheater in Arles it seems that the best Roman ruins aren't in Rome!
But that's not to say that Rome isn't amazing in it's own right. This photo is from the Roman Forum, right next door to the Collosseum, and yes that is me standing in front of the arch. There are three of these arches still standing and they used to have a matching set opposite them and a huge arched roof... the scale of everything is so mind boggling!
Next up is a super sneaky photo from the Sistine Chapel. Don't tell anyone I took this because photos aren't allowed! I guess it was a little disrespectful, but unlike most of the other tourists in there I didn't use a flash! The ceiling and walls would be a bit overwhelming if our awesome guide hadn't broken it down for us beforehand. We had guided tours of both the Vatican Museum and the Vatican Scavi, which is a number of catacombs and excavations carried out underneath St. Peter's Basilica which uncovered St. Peter's original tomb.
Speaking of St. Peter's Basilica, we popped back in after our scavi tour and managed to catch the sun shining down on the altar (which we had just been scrambling underneath). The tour guide for the scavi was brilliant, giving some pretty impassioned speeches about the mausoleums and the mystery surrounding St. Peter's grave. I would recommend it to anyone, religious or not!
This one is a quick snap by Michelle of the typical Rome skyline as seen from pretty much any hill around town. There were actually two other domes that are just out of the frame!
We saved the best of Rome till last - the gelatti! We found an excellent place called Giolitti that serves the tastiest and best priced gelatti in town. It was one of the few places anywhere that we went back to twice. That night we had Rice (tasted like rice pudding) and Pistachio (tasted fresh, not like regular pistachio) on the left and Kiwifruit and Mixed Berry on the right. Bellissimo!
These last two pics come from Pompei, which we visited today on our way to St. Angello. The first shows the ruins of the Pompei Forum with Vesuvius inthe background. The mountain dominates the skyline from pretty much everywhere around the town. Imagine it with a pointed peak to get an idea of how much stuff was thrown out when it erupted for 18 hours straight.
Lastly, one of the many stray dogs in Pompei, but easily the cutest. Don't pat him though, he might have rabies!
Tomorrow we are deciding between visiting Capri island or checking out the Greek ruins at Paestum, but it will probably depend on the weather. With any luck we'll have some more photos to show off!
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Last photos for a while
These may be the last photos for a while as we are leaving for Rome soon.
First photo is from Arles, where Van Gogh painted some of his most famous paintings before being driven crazy by the wind and cutting off his ear! They have easels around the town to show where he painted each scene, and in the case of the garden it has been kept in exactly the same state it was when it was painted.
Now we are off to the Pont du Gard! It has stood for nearly 2000 years and was part of Roman aqueduct that brought water to Nimes. It is the second tallest roman ruin around (the Colosseum is 6 feet taller) and it is a pretty amazing piece of engineering. We spent a long and lazy day there getting sunburnt and climbing all up and around it.
Next we have Nice and it's beautiful water. Photos can't do it justice, the water is so brilliant and clear. Shame about all the rocks!
Manarola is next, one of the Cinque Terre (five fishing villages I mention earlier). Once again the water is so clear, but a little less clean than in Nice. It was a little too cold for swimming but it was so tempting at times!
Finally, a snap from our balcony in Manarola.... 'nuff said!
First photo is from Arles, where Van Gogh painted some of his most famous paintings before being driven crazy by the wind and cutting off his ear! They have easels around the town to show where he painted each scene, and in the case of the garden it has been kept in exactly the same state it was when it was painted.
Now we are off to the Pont du Gard! It has stood for nearly 2000 years and was part of Roman aqueduct that brought water to Nimes. It is the second tallest roman ruin around (the Colosseum is 6 feet taller) and it is a pretty amazing piece of engineering. We spent a long and lazy day there getting sunburnt and climbing all up and around it.
Next we have Nice and it's beautiful water. Photos can't do it justice, the water is so brilliant and clear. Shame about all the rocks!
Manarola is next, one of the Cinque Terre (five fishing villages I mention earlier). Once again the water is so clear, but a little less clean than in Nice. It was a little too cold for swimming but it was so tempting at times!
Finally, a snap from our balcony in Manarola.... 'nuff said!
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