Well, we all know that ringing is in no way comparable to peeling. And so those bells weren’t peeling, of course, but rather they were pealing. Not only a qualitative difference but a quantitative one, too. My embarassing bad.
And so, onward…
Blisters!? I haven’t had blisters… for ever. Not good if we’re supposed to be hiking in the alps in three days. Better … walk … slowly.
So we walked slowly to Mercato Centrale and found a place to have an early dinner and let late afternoon turn into early evening. We sat and rested our feet and drank our drinks and ate our simple Tuscan meals: Trudy had a veggie burger of some sort and I had a simple ham and cheese, both on terrific bread.
Afterwards, we wandered to Il Duomo, getting there just as the sun was getting low in the sky. We found a place to sit, and we watched the cathedral glow.
