| Mileage | 264 km (164 miles) | ||
| Diesel Costs | €1.03 - €1.12 | Cheapest in Lucca at €1.03 | |
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| Stopover Grosetto |
Talamone International Camping Village | N42 33.904 E11 08.372 | €21.00 outrageous! |
The day started out tinged with sadness as we said arrivedecci to Tim, Annarosa and the rest of the family. We waved goodbye and were on our way to Lucca. After managing to negotiate some busy Italian roads and find a parking in Lucca, it was just a short walk to enter the walled city. And what a wall!
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The wall must be at least 20m thick and encloses the inner city. |
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The view of the Lucca cathedral made form marble. A breath-takingly beautiful building. |
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One of the cathedral doors. |
We went from the cathedral across Piazza St Martino and into the Church and Baptistry of Sts. Giovanni and Reparata archeological site. The original site has been found to be Roman and each successive layer (another 4 of them) just built on top of the others.
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One of the painted ceilings in the site |  |
Original medieval graffiti - they were doing it in those days already. A bit more labour intensive though having to etch it out! |
Then it was off to Pisa to see the Leaning Tower and, my god, it really leans! We thought it might have a bit of a list but it is really quite noticable. We decided to take the obligatory pics of holding up the tower and found that, no matter what language is spoken, everyone finds it hysterically funny doing the same thing.
| Then stopped for lunch outside of Pisa on the way to Grosetto watching the shipping passing through the Med into Livorno |  |
and ended up in our chosen camp for the night just outside Grosetto. All we can say is stay away! What a revolting place. To cap it all we were also exhausted, hungry and just a bit forlorn from having left Tim and Annarosa and the rest of the family behind in Tuscany. It was raining, cold, damp and miserable and life sucked at that moment. But..... when everything else seemed like it was ghastly, out came one of the gifts from Zia Guiliana and bowl of hot, nourishing, homemade, delightful, filling faro soup was produced from the depths of the fridge. aaaah. Life was bearable again.
