So leaving Matera behind, the idea was now to find a nice restaurant in a small town on the way to Tropaea on the Calabrian coast for a late lunch. The perfect spot according to the internet was in a town called Vassani.
Now to call this place steep would be an understatement. It was barely clinging on. Walking up the streets one was on the margins of where gravity takes over from friction. It is so steep that you doubt you can climb it without slipping back. Also difficult to navigate the winding "streets" on google maps, but we found our restaurant. And were able to translate the closed sign. They were taking a two week break.
And everything else was closed too. We gave up on lunch, and resorted to my emergency rations of cereal bars. Frustrating.
The back of the hotel overlooks the sea.
That little grey mound you can see in the background is the volcano Stromboli.
Tropaea at night
And finally a well deserved and long overdue feast.
And then to cap the evening, there was a blues festival and we stayed watching these couple of guys playing blues in the main square for about an hour. They were brilliant ( I bought their cd). And a few little kids came out and danced, really natural like, just so cute.
Hotel pool
Next morning while Thibault had a lie in I got up, enjoyed the very decent breakfast on the terrace....
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