A slow day. A sleep in and breaky in the hotel. An awesome coffee machine. A load of bathroom sink washing and hanging them to dry on the balcony, in true Italian style.
We then went down to the harbor and walked along the beautiful coastline until we headed down the backstreets and tripped over a restuarant. Jen and I had a pasta dish, mine with small prawns, some frizzante and a beer.
A short walk back to the hotel for an afternoon cat nap, some horrible histories with Stephen Fry and then out to dinner.
A superb dinner at a French restuarant. The surprise entre was fresh ricotta with what was probably caviar on little bits of toast. For main I had steak with a pepper sauce, not very French I know but it was great to eat some meat cooked well (or medium rare as the case was). A nice Merlot rather than the dodgy house red I have had at some places, and for desert a selection of ice creams with warm chocolate an almond shavings. Jen had duck with honey and tarte tatin for desert. It was an inviting little place, good music and the compulsory restuarant cat at the
door looking for hand outs.
A walk of the nice streets stumbling across two archeological sites. The streets were warn and inviting, with the smell of summer and the hum of the odd motor bike on the cobbled street. A perfect end to a relaxing day.
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