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.
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.
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.
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.