Today, April 25th, is a public holiday in Italy, National Liberation Day. It celebrates the end of World War II and the end of fascism in Italy. We had found a bike ride that passed by some of the sites of partisan resistance. It looked like a great way to participate in the holiday, at least for Cheryl, who is in shape for that kind of event. I would follow in spirit.
Unfortunately, renting a bike for the day has its challenges. Here’s Cheryl at the share bike stand in Sestri. A membership card is required, available only on weekdays from 1pm to 4pm or some such at certain bars or tobacco shops. All much too convoluted for a transient tourist.
The bike trip organizers waited for Cheryl and sent her some photos of the trip. She is already planning for next year’s event.
We spent the day in Sestri to good advantage. Ornella and Maurizio had suggested Sestri as a beautiful spot, and it seems that many Italians share the sentiment. The holiday spirit pervaded the town, with families of beach goers, gelato eaters, strollers, shoppers, bikers and foccacia munchers filling the narrow streets of the town.
We happened on an antiquarian flea market in a small piazza.
One vendor offered “Sconti incredibili!” Amazing Discounts! We didn’t see much worth carrying home, but it was great fun to browse.
Next we came across this statue to the fallen figli, those men killed In the war. Cheryl wanted to read the inscription. I liked the knees poking through the fabric.
A healthy little lunch of salad at the Triton by the sea.
Then on to the center of historic Sestri, where we came across a row of food stalls for the event Unita d’Italia a Tavola. Products presented from across Italy, including Sardegna. Of course, we had to.buy our breakfast goodies here. The bread….
And the sausages…
And the cheeses….
On to the Baia di Silenzio, which today was full of sunbathers. I strolled along the shore with my feet in the water for a refreshing little dip.
Cheryl decided to take a short nap.
We stopped in at the Hotel Due Mare, where Monica, the daughter of Ornella and Maurizio, works in the kitchen.
She had not started work for the day, so we may miss her entirely, as she has to work Saturday night when we will meet the family for dinner.
For dinner we decided to have a good meal at an osteria, but it turned out to be closed. We continued on to find the Ca di Ferae, where Cheryl ordered an octopus salad and I the pasta with tuna. A performer, sounding like an Italian Joe Cocker, sang the blues accompanied by his electric guitar, reminding me a bit of home.