Celle Ligure

'Benvenuto in Italia'. Yes, welcome to Italy Marge, we made it, after just over 1,000 miles of carefree motoring!

This morning before we left the aire, we noticed an election poster for the European elections on a board attached to the fence behind our van for a party wanting Frexit. Have they learned nothing from out mess!

The clouds hung around the top of the mountains. Thoughts were on the drive down the 'helter skelter', they call a road here, back down off the mountain to the toll road. The locals are confident with the drive, driving at idiot speeds, and overtaking on mass on the bends, sounding their car horns to warn oncoming traffic, very considerate of them. Luckily the road was fairly quiet, and Marge sailed down fairly confidently.

So we've made it, we're over the border and into Italy. Just one blip, as we stopped at the toll booth, but luckily, a very nice Italian attendant came to our aid, relieving us of E20.80. Still, it was worth it for the easy drive, I think Marge was relieved to be removed from the assault course of roads we'd been subjecting her to over the last few days.

Tonight's aire, is on the coast a Celle Ligure, near Savona, in the Liguria region. On the way here we passed many glasshouses, decaying and derelict. We thought they must have been used to grow tomatoes for the local community. A practice now moved to mass production. However, the large glasshouse near us seems to be in use.

After lunch, we set off on what would turn out to be a three hour walk of the town and seafront.

We spotted three original Fiat 500 cars. When we see these cars, it always reminds me of my friend Sue, who used to give me a lift home after a night out back in the seventies. The town was interesting, but quiet until 3.00 pm, when the businesses reopened after lunch. Outside of one bar, we saw two elderly ladies, catching up over a coffee, one of them fully 'pop socked' to the knee.

We took a look at the church, beautiful.

Along the seafront, we were pestered by migrant pedlars selling cheap watches and handbags, their friendly smiles disappearing in a flash when we said no. Because of the immigrants, for reassurance, we are going to put our extra locks on Marge tonight.

Being in Italy, tonight in Marge is pasta night.

On the way back to the van we stopped at one of the supermarkets, where John (having run out of Chateauneuf du Pape), picked up a very nice 1.5 litre bottle (plastic of course), of Sangiovese Puglia at E1.69. Let's hope it's a good year!

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