Nancy’s ankle was still tender, so we wanted to take it easy on our rest day. There was a group walking tour planned, but we decided to take it at our own pace. We found a great little pasticceria down the street, and walked around the Duomo.
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Nancy found a mailbox for her postcards. Many shops have small yellow mailboxes sitting on the ground, but to an American it feels wrong unless the box is attached to the wall.
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Nancy wanted to get a nap, so I went out on a solo photo tour of our neighborhood. I found the university, and then a lovely little community garden called Orti Dipinti.
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I knew Nancy would want to see the garden, so I checked with the attendant for the hours. He said “Diece otto ora, tutti di giorni” (18:00, every day). This turned out to be 18:00 Italian time. I was still there at diece sette (17:00) when he called out that the garden was closing. I protested that he’d said 18:00, and he said “non oggi” (not today).
In Italy, ya gotta roll with that stuff.
When I met up with Nancy, we strolled by the outside of the garden, walked around the Four Seasons nearby, found a nice wine bar, had apertivi, grabbed some gelato, and got back to the hotel to relax the feet.