Out of season travelling, has its benefits. Cheaper site prices; more pitch availability; less crowds in the must see places of interest.
So far this trip has been more about viewing than doing. Having previously ticked off Italy’s A-list in 2017, it seems we are now working through its B-list, as we move south. Perhaps that will revert once we cross into Sicily.
We meander the ancient walled towns, wherever we can find them. Cross paths with other ancients. All walking the same walk. Doting in their dotage, as we all seek out the ‘pretty’ old. We find them romantic, yet push given shove, would not swap our reality, given half the chance.
Our fifteen minute walk into old town Vieste, takes just under thirteen minutes. The buildings down south, clearly start to reflect their neighbours from across the Med. Flat tops. White-wash from top to bottom. No doubt sunnies required, even on a cloudy day.
From the end of this Vieste finger-tip we get glorious views to left and right . . .
Most eateries crowd the narrow lanes. Eager owners, with too few customers, wait patiently. Tables and chairs laid out like spiders’ webs. Hoping a silky “buongiorno” will reel in a catch. Stick a bottom on a seat. The season is not yet under way.
This deserted cafe in a cave, typical. Its novel enticers entice a look inside – only.
