More of the walk down....without Maples.
Here's our market. Awesome friendly proprietor. Was so psyched that Scott speaks Italian he offers us a shot of limoncello every time we go in. (fyi, limoncello is this amazing lemon, sugary liqueur that on ice or really cold is quite tasty. But better without kids, tho. It packs a punch.)
Snack bar, hang-out. You can't see but above this, to the right, are the homes of the locals. Townhouse-y stucco structures. Fairly well-maintained. Always laundry hanging out to dry as dryers are considered superfluous since the fresh air can do the very same to wet clothes. And what one can often see are people just staring and leaning out their shuttered window. Like, culturally, it's okay to live in the moment. To just stop and look and ponder. You never really see folks do that in the US. The whole sense of time is dramatically different.....for better or for worse. Certainly makes it easy to get in the spirit of things when on vacation.
The Lido (I can't help but think of Boz Scaggs) part of our hotel. All's quiet at 10am. Scott and I were dying to figure out how we could leave the kids in our room after bedtime and sneak down here for a night cap. Open 'til 3am. Maia's trying to sneak a nap.
And the path back up to our hotel from the Lido.
(C'mon, how many times would you want to say lido?
Where you off to- the Lido?
Um, I'm going to the Lido. I don't know about you.
Didju see Silvio down at the Lido?
and it always has to be italicized.)