Leaving Venice
Thing with a road trip is that you don’t really know where you are these days, we’ve all become “children of the magenta line” (that one for the pilots). But Marko is keeping us all on the right track with daily briefings and printed sheets on some sort of material telling us what to expect.
Today it’s home of Frank…
“We’ll have to drive into Assisi from the campsite in the evening, and even then parking’s difficult and there is a bit of a walk, but it’s well worth it,” Marko tells us. “It’s an exquisite medieval town, perched on a volcanic plug and the birthplace of Francis.”
Francis was the patron saint of the poor, and Assisi is one of the main pilgrimage destinations in Italy. And what do the poor need?
Massive churches. Numerous basilica. A cathedral.
Whilst Marko reckons that parking is difficult, Harry, who is a rascal with the exuberant moustache of the sort normally sported by the kind of chap prone to tying women to railway lines, tells us that it’s entirely possible to drive right through the centre of Assisi and onwards to the castle on top. Which is what we do. (Chris is having to fix the Corrado as he no longer has as many brakes as used to).
Lovely city but do you know what is ace?
Loads of teenagers clustered round the cathedral with their modded Citroen Amis and Fiat Topolos, which in Italy you can drive at 14, looking like one of those American school sitcoms from the 90s where everyone was beautiful.
Not much in the way of exciting driving today, but I give Assisi 4 stars.
