| Bicycle touring Italy. The medieval
towns, with washing hung on stone walls, struck me as another
big difference between North America and Europe. Rock arches
held doors opening into the walled city of Ronciglione, Italy.
Sharon and I bumped along cobbles into the old portion of town.
In the town centre, we stopped and filled our water bottles from
an elaborate bronze unicorn and lion-head fountain. Sharon was
aghast when she noticed a dead fish floating in the fountain
-- someone with a twisted sense of humour had apparently chucked
it in. |
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