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time to walk along the Cinque Terre
too long we've been dozing off in front of American sitcom reruns and planning
to get to this someday, but since everybody we know (except for Fred) says that
this is the loveliest walk in the world, we're going to do it at least once before
we get pensioned off to the next planet.
has been here many times, of course, and directs us by rail from Lausanne (via
Milano and Genova, roughly six hours) into Sestri Levante,
a village of about 20,000 souls a little ways up the Ligurian coast of Italy,
as a jumping-off place for the Cinque Terre, because it's so beautiful, in the
off-season anyway, and handy.
may not find this tangibly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a
good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught
up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.
the very nice Hotel Due Mari (centre), tempting, as we haven't found anything
else yet. There's Kristin looking for alternatives, but this is the way-way-off-season,
everything else is closed, so the Due Mari it is then. We're here on 2 February
2007 (World Wetlands Day).
Due Mari hotel is a lovely place, well
out onto the promontory, with very comfortable rooms, and a range of prices. Of
course, it's got all kinds of other attractions, like swimming pool, spa, sauna,
gym, and what not, which we care about not at all.
views of the hotel interior -- lots of interesting artefacts and a chandelier
apparently made out of Coca Cola bottles. The in-house restaurant, which we avoided
for a few days because of the bright lights and fancy delicate glassware and aged
Maître who takes your order and passes it on to the perfectly competent
waiter standing next to him, turned out to be the best and least expensive restaurant
we found in a long weekend.
a view from our hotel window back into the main part of town.
another view, just below our window into the Bay of Silence (Baia del Silenzio).
The port and marina is on the other side of this narrow promontory, and presumably
that's less silent over that way.
with the Bay of Silence behind, hopefully picking up tips.
hotel room in Due Mari had a perfectly suitable television tuned to all manner
of horrible frantic Italian TV game shows, but we've brought along a cheap DVD
player so that, in the evenings, we can wire it up and watch episodes of the BBC's
addictive three-season television series from the late 1980s, Wish
Me Luck, about British spies with the Resistance movement in France in
Unluckily, I forgot to bring the DVD player's remote control (we blame George
W Bush for that), and so we had to start it at the beginning each evening and
carefully time how long we dallied over our pasta and squid in order to get back
just as the next episode was starting up.
Mari as we're walking up the hill on our last day, towards the castle (which turned
out to be owned by capitalist pigs and thus inaccessible).
Bay of Silence at Sestri Levante
other side of the promontory, the Baia delle Favole (Bay of Fairy Tales (Hans
Christian Andersen lived here for a time.)).
it's true, Hans Christian Andersen lived here long ago, and to this day the schoolchildren
paint the railway station walls with his fairy tales -- here, the Emperor's New
the Bay of Silence to the promontory of Sestri Levante, with the castle hidden
behind its capitalist gates.
Bay of Silence, February 2007
"castle", now an expensive hotel. Maybe it's a real castle, maybe it's
a Disneyland 1994 knock-off -- who can tell from the outside? When you keep people
out, you keep the truth in.
narrow promontory of Sestri Levante. The obvious alley left-of-centre between
the buildings is the Via H. C. Andersen. The alley on the far left is, believe
it or not, the Via George Byron.
it was that, late on a Sunday afternoon, Kristin was able to sneak into the back
of a closed restaurant and talk the cooks into selling us a bottle of wine and
three big bottles of Birra Moretti, thus saving our lives once again.
is not the first time that Birra Moretti has made our visits to Italy much more
Hotel Due Mari is just through that alley on the right.
narrator at the Bay of Silence. Kristin is in this photograph, too, can you tell
pleasant early February on the beach, in the era of Mr Bush's Global Warming
Levante from the far end of the peninsula
waiting for the bus. The bus doesn't run here anymore.
last look at the Due Mari hotel as we head up the mule teams and move them out
to Switzerland again
Levante, as we march reluctantly to the rail station
town, and oh! the squid! To die for!
Levante, 5 February 2007
came here for the hiking, all along the Cinque Terre, so let's get on with it.
and suggestions are welcome if positive, resented if negative, .
All rights reserved, all wrongs avenged. Posted 12 February 2007, resized 2 February