Nice day off yesterday, trotted up the equivalent of 9 flights to the old castle.  Does not matter from what angle you take the pikkie, they all look the same, well, old square brick castles look the same anyway.

The communications flew thick and fast regarding the guides to walking… I know one foot in front of the other…

Up and out into the rain this morning, climbed up and up…20 flights, if it had been sunny would have had lovely views.. Instead thunder and lots of forked lightning.

Two and half hours of it and I spied a restaurant…had a bar too, so coffee and a question re buses ….none…
Taxi? I squeaked…yes!!!! So 30e later I was in soggy Fidenza.

No TIM (phone people) in town so another 10e.  Girl in the TIM/vodafone shop was useless!  Was contemplating suicide or murder when Joan face timed me…
Could not hear her of course…she is going to rark up eol tomorrow.

Absolutely panic stricken at the thought of a mountain pass with dodgy guides to follow.

BUT I did see three actual Via Francigena signs on the way in to this quite dreary town….my room has a mauve nylon quilted bedspread..but it is warm and clean even if I am writing this sitting in bed with my down jacket on…yes v chilly out there…

Tomorrow is going to be wet again.  May just taxi some of it…

Culture, well I would say what I an seeing is everyday happenings, the coffee stops, the working in the fields, the slightly boring food and people just going about their daily lives as unremarkedly as we do, but our coffee is better.

Towns have the same sort of jobs and I bet the same, probably more so, pecking order that we have.   White haired old ducks get treated just as shabbily…till they snarl….

They drive faster and lots more of the older people ride bikes…