Re-visiting these photographs, I can remember one night as I walked the streets strolling down a lane with no cars allowed, and the restaurants all had their tables out in the lanes. As a walker, you had to weave your way in and out of tables and people eating, so naturally I sat down and ordered a bottle or house red.
The old world is such a beautiful experience. To walk amongst buildings that have existed for over a hundred years, some as much as 2000 years old. Hard to come by this kind of industrial history in North America.
See Part I if you missed it!
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