We rise to dine with Julia - she presents an amazing spread - we casually take our leave of a great booking.com experience - the hotel can be recommended !
Along the Porto Garibaldi shore - camper van after camper van after camper van - families heading for a day on the beach at 8:00 in the morning.
Into Comacchio - tour the town
Follow the vaile de Comacchio tourist drive - fish farms on canals - enormous nets - fields of wheat and fields of corn - Italian wild poppies clump along the verge - their larger french cousins occasionally join them - Bernie photographs them all to within an electron of their last petal - huge nursery farms with standards and scrubs, with christmas trees and box plants - birds swarm over crops devouring the copious butterflies - walkers out.
Further on to national park - We stop to photograph - mosquitoes emerge to show their displeasure at our intrusion into their domain - a hasty retreat - now we understand why a mosquito tolerant kingdom might chose to put itself under the protection of these proficient swarming territorial defenders.
Ferarra - the city of bicycles - the purists would be aghast - seats too low - bikes too old - inefficient riding styles - but fit for purpose - they suit high heels and both feet can touch the ground!
Yet another Castle - 1.2 metre long Carp now cruise the moat.
Café for lunch - wander inside - Moto 2 race is on - owner glued to TV - stand inside watching for an instant - wander out to complete lunch - waitress urges me back in to sit with the owner - me Italian so Valentino must win! - Stoner good - you stay for GP! - decline - we are tired - off to Villa Poppuli at Occiabello - sleep - organise some Australian meetings for the morning.
Rise to dinner - entre - scrimp in pumpkin soup - stunning in taste and simplicity - finish with liquid lemon sorbet - wine glass and straw - equally stunning in taste and simplicity .
To bed - Bernie and I both feel the earth move - alas a mild aftershock of the Bologna earthquake .
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