A strange wind blew in the night unloading all the trees of their leaves – the skylights were full of them this morning. Our flimsy clothes dryer had toppled over in the dust, but it only had a couple of beach towels on it, thankfully.
As we were up early-ish, we walked in the opposite direction to yesterday, to the town of Bardolino. It was about two miles away and got steadily busier as we approached. Oh No!….another flipping market. Possibly the same stuff as yesterday just moved up the coast a notch. This one was about a kilometre long though, people everywhere and I’d forgotten my mask.
We made an instant bee line for the backstreets and Guy went in a shop to buy a mask for me. Did the same as yesterday – went and strung a lunch out for two hours, hoping the market would pack up and be gone. It was still there though, and we were starting to fry in the heat. Seemed like a nice place but I preferred Lazise, I think.
Walking back, Guy was overheating big time, so we had to stop for a drink. Once back, he collapsed in our ‘back garden’ with his book, surfacing only when there was threat of a good sunset, camera and tripod at the ready.
