Vieste (Day 2)

A very warm start to the day, and all the Italians are dressed in various items of swimwear. The rest of us Europeans, more conservative in T-shirts and shorts. The Italian van opposite us, has some wording in about six inch high letters, on the back of it, which translate to. 'Warning! Vehicle containing endangered breed. Retirees! Whilst eating our breakfast banana, the German chap next door, (John's nick-named him Herr Lucky as he can't get his satellite dish to work, and the scooter which took some time to unload from it's special trailer is in bits and also won't work) stands in the doorway of his van and drops his trousers, is he trying to make a statement too, we wonder?

Lycra cycling shorts on, just what you need to be wearing when it's hot, we depart to the town, stopping to pick up some lunch provisions along the way, which we later ate, in the shade of the palm and pine trees, in a very nice area surrounded by cafes.

We cycled up to the old town, to see the church, cathedral and castello.

The castello is now used by the military, as a coastguard station.

The streets in the old town were extremely narrow, and we watched in amazement, as a small car was driven around the tightest of corners, unscathed. Whilst exploring, we came across a restaurant, with a stunning sea view. John booked a table for tomorrow evening, requesting a table at the edge, so we can really enjoy the view.

The occasion, tomorrow, will be our twentieth wedding anniversary, where have all the years gone?

To discover this restaurant, we had to climb many steps, carrying our bicycles, but after asking the staff at the restaurant for an easy way back down, they were pleased to direct us.

Just near the cathedral, we spotted a cat with some very cute, soft, cuddly, kittens, in the shade of a wall, and photographed them for a cat lover in the family.

The heat of the afternoon was beginning to beat us, so we headed back to Marge. Cycling around the town had been a suprise, whilst you still had to keep your wits about you, the drivers actually stopped and gave way to us, not trying to eliminate us, which is how it normally is when we're in Marge.

This evening we are hoping our German neighbours will decamp to one of their fellow countrymen's vans, for an evening of wine and conversation, hopefully with no further incidents involving trousers!