|Strolling along the ancient boulevard|
|The Adige, with something that might be a church in the centre|
Verona sits astride the river Adige, the longest river in Italy after the Po, and which, like all European rivers flowing through cities, is pretty without being particularly inviting. The oldest part of the city lies on the right-hand side of the river (coming downstream), which you can access from a number of cool old bridges (real age may differ from the perceived age of course).
We headed in on a Saturday morning, starting our day with the obligatory coffee and pastry, and my goodness was it a revelation to have access to decent coffee again, before wandering the streets in no real direction for a few hours. The great thing about cities like Verona is, like Venice, you don"t really need plans as such, the weight of history means every corner of every street in old towns like these have something to offer. If I'd written this earlier, I'd have been able to tell you of the courtyards and churches we wandered through and around, but two months later is too late sadly. What I still remember though, about from the amazing amount of effort required to beautify the buildings, is just how old everything feels. Old in a different way to Germany, which is definitely old, but Italy is ancient, and that things are still standing despite the tumultuous history of the region makes it all the more impressive. We added a photo exhibition to the itinerary too, on show in a Roman era excavated basement, but alas, and perhaps ironically, we weren't allowed to take photos of 'em.
|A tomb to someone, middle ages definitely, but to whom it belongs I cannot remember|
|The Balcony itself|
|"Juliet" in all her glory|
|Giant Roman buildings are always, always awesome!|
|...and Tiramisu! What else can you possibly need?|