Bavaria II: castles in the clouds

We travelled by Flixbus again when leaving Munich, but thankfully the bus arrived this time, although it was several minutes late. Our next destination was Garmisch-Partenkirchen, in the Bavarian Alps.


An interesting town, created by Hitler for the winter Olympics of 1936. (The IOC said that there were no towns with sufficient accommodation, so Hitler compelled two adjacent towns to become one).  An interesting feature is the paintings on many of the houses: some religious, some illustrating the occupation of the owners, some just pictures of everyday life.  We had an apartment for three nights, effectively the top (attic) floor of a private house.


Painted house in G-P (1)

Painted house in G-P (2)

Painted house in G-P (3)

G-P is now Germany’s top Alpine ski resort, but hiking is a major attraction in summer, and the purpose of our visit was to do some walking in the mountains.  Our hiking boots came out of the case for the first time since Slovenia!  We planned to go to the top of the Zugspitze, Germany’s highest mountain.  But when we arrived, on Tuesday 11th July, our host advised us to wait until Thursday, since the weather forecast for Wednesday was not good. The lady at the tourist office agreed, and so did the forecast on the Internet.  We adjusted our plans accordingly.

On Tuesday afternoon we walked through the Partnachklamm Gorge, a short way outside the town.  It is only 700m long, but very narrow and quite spectacular.  On our way back, there was a sudden downpour: we were equipped with rain capes, but the roads became flooded and our legs got soaked every time a car passed.

Partnachklamm Gorge (1)

Partnachklamm Gorge (2)

Partnachklamm Gorge (3)

On Wednesday we chose an outing that we could complete in the morning, before the rain started (as forecast) at 1pm.  We took the cable car up the Eckbauer, which was itself an interesting experience.  The gondolas were the smallest we’ve ever ridden in: open-topped and seating only two passengers, they looked more like swinging boats at a funfair.  From the top, we walked back down: we had a choice of routes, and decided to return via Wamberg, where there was a pleasant café.

In a gondola made for two!

The hills are alive …

Alpine meadow


We arrived back at our flat about 1pm, and had lunch, but there was no sign of the threatened rain.   So we decided to go for another walk in the afternoon.  Our accommodation was close to the ‘Philosopher’s Way’ path, so we followed that for a while.  By chance we found ourselves at the station for the cable car up the Wank (yes, it really is called that) so we decided to explore another mountain top.  The Wank is higher than the Eckbauer, but we did not have much time there.  We walked round at the top, enjoying the wonderful views in all directions, and then took the cable car back down.

On the Wank cablecar

Alpine flowers

View from the top

Ian decided not to buy this t-shirt

Thursday was supposed to be the best day for going up the Zugspitze, but when we got up it was so grey and murky we could not even see the mountains.  We stayed in our flat, desperately hoping that it would improve.  We thought at least it would give us an opportunity to catch up with things we needed to do on the laptop, but the wifi was not working properly.  Finally we decided to make the journey anyway.  They are building a new cable car, but that will not open until December.  At present it is necessary to take the cog railway up to the Zugspitzplatt (finally going through a long tunnel), and then a short cable car to the summit.  The cog railway trip takes 75 minutes, so we hoped the weather would improve while we were en route.  But no such luck!

The cog railway train

The cog rail it runs on

Emerging from the tunnel

At the Zugspitzplatt it was very cold and grey.  We had some thick potato soup for lunch, and ventured out to see the glacier and the chapel.  Then we took the cable car up to the summit.  This was like a construction site, with men working on the new cable car. Not very exciting!  There is a gold cross on the very top of the mountain, the so-called ‘top of Germany’, but the way to get there is very precarious and we didn’t risk it.  We enjoyed some glühwein, and then wandered around the shopping/restaurant complex.  We suddenly noticed a sign saying ‘Tyrol’.  Hang on, we thought, isn’t that in Austria?  We hadn’t realised until then that the Zugspitze is right on the border, and you can ascend by cable car from either country. You just need to make sure you take the right one back down!

The glacier

The chapel at the glacier

The Zugspitze summit

Gluhwein at the top

On our way down, we got off the cog railway at Eibsee, and had a short stroll along the lake before taking the next train back to G-P.

Eibsee lake

Farewell to the mountain

Next morning we had some time to spare before catching the bus to Füssen, so we walked up to the pilgrimage chapel of St Anthony, not far from our flat.

St Anthony’s chapel tower in the mist

St Anthony’s chapel

Inside the chapel


Like G-P, Füssen is close to the Austrian border, and the main road between the two goes through Austria.  Not that you would notice – apart from the occasional road sign – that you are in a different country.

Füssen is an attractive town, and we enjoyed wandering around.  We visited the parish church and the castle, and walked along the river to the Lech Falls.  The waterfall is hardly spectacular, but the river at that point goes through a small gorge which is quite picturesque.


In the parish church – a refugee from Star Wars?

Füssen castle

Lech gorge

But the main reason for staying two nights in Füssen, was so that we could visit Neuschwanstein, the fairytale castle built by ‘mad king’ Ludwig II.  This has long been on our bucket list – if you’ve seen photos, you’ll understand why.  (If you haven’t, think Disney – the princess castles were modelled on Neuschwanstein.)

Neuschwanstein is now the most popular tourist attraction in Germany; you are advised to book tickets months ahead, to avoid ridiculously long queues on the day. There are actually two castles to visit: Hohenschwangau was built by Ludwig’s father, and Ludwig lived there in his childhood, and also while he was building Neuschwanstein. You have to take guided tours of both, and photography is not allowed.  We found the interiors somewhat depressing: lots of painted walls, but rather dark and gloomy.  It is the exterior of the castles, particularly Neuschwanstein, and their dramatic setting, which makes them a photographer’s dream.

Unfortunately, the weather was against us – it was grey and miserable all day, with rain on and off.  Not the ideal background for the castles!  So our photos do not match up to the pictures we’d seen, and hoped to replicate.

Neuschwanstein, as we first saw it in the morning

Hohenschwangau Castle

Knights above the gate at Hohenschwangau

Neuschwanstein, as it appears on a poster

Neuschwanstein, as we saw it from the viewpoint

Castle courtyard

View from the castle

After visiting both castles, and the Museum of the Bavarian Kings (included in our package, but not very exciting) we went for a stroll along the Alpsee lake, and looked in some souvenir shops.  We debated whether it was worth going up to Neuschwanstein again, in the hope that the weather might improve. And when we emerged from a shop, the sun was actually shining, so that settled it.

Alpsee lake

The sun’s shining on it!

But…  it takes some time to get up to the castle.  We took one photo each (with telephoto lenses) of Neuschwanstein in the sun, and then hurried to the stop for buses going up to the viewpoint, from which you walk to the castle itself.  But the first bus was full, and by the time the second arrived, the sun had disappeared.  We took more photos, but they were not much better than those we’d taken in the morning.  So in some ways our visit to Neuschwanstein was disappointing.  The next morning, when we left Füssen, it was all blue skies and sunshine.  Aargh!!!

Second attempt to photograph the castle

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Bavaria I: the strange case of the disappearing bus

On Friday 7th July we left Italy and headed for Bavaria. When we were planning the trip, we considered three ways of making the journey: plane, train or bus. Flying would obviously have been quickest, and was surprisingly cheap, but we would have missed out on the wonderful scenery coming over the Alps.  The train journey was complicated, involving several changes.  But there was a direct bus from Milan to Munich, so that was our choice.

Through the Alps

We booked well in advance for the 8.30 bus with a German-based company called Flixbus.  We’d assumed that the bus would leave from the central bus station in Milan, adjacent to the train station and conveniently close to our hotel.  But a couple of days before leaving, we discovered our mistake.  The bus left from the Lampugnano bus station, on the far side of Milan.  We didn’t relish the prospect of getting all our luggage on and off the Metro, but the hotel advised us against taking a taxi – they said it would cost too much, and we’d get stuck in rush-hour traffic. So the Metro it had to be. Because we set off really early, it was not too crowded, and the journey was easier than we expected.   We were at Lampugnano at 7am, and felt relieved that our difficulties were over.  Now we could relax.

But how wrong we were!  Lampugnano was very skanky, but there was a bar of sorts where we were able to get breakfast. The departure board was not working, but we found the area where Flixbuses depart.  Several left for destinations all over Europe, but no sign of the 076 to Munich.  At 8.53 we received a text saying that our bus was running 30 minutes late, but by 9.30 there was still no sign.  There were several other people waiting for it, and one was a young woman called Monica, who was Italian but spoke fluent German.  She called Flixbus, but was told they did not know where our bus was – they would call the driver to find out!!!

Later Flixbus insisted that the bus had been, and we’d missed it!  How eight people could have failed to see a lime green bus they did not explain.  They said there was another bus at 11.30, but we could not use our 8.30 tickets – we would have to buy new ones and then get a refund.  There was no alternative.  We were told to call their main office (in Berlin!) and buy tickets by credit card, but the English-speaking operator was permanently engaged.  Meanwhile, the 11.30 bus arrived.   We tried unsuccessfully to persuade the driver to accept our 8.30 tickets, but he said we could buy new tickets from the Lampugnano office.  With Monica’s help, Ian did so.  Needless to say, we are still trying to claim our refund!

We were not sure which route the bus would take, but guessed that we would go through Austria.  In fact, most of the journey was through Switzerland, and we certainly did get to see some beautiful mountain scenery. However, there was a delay.  We’ve been accustomed to crossing European borders with no formalities whatsoever, but of course Switzerland is not in the EU.  (Neither does it use the euro – when we stopped for dinks, we were given change in Swiss francs, not much use elsewhere!)  At the Italian/Swiss border the customs officials boarded the bus to check passports, but that did not take long. But when we crossed from Switzerland into Austria, we were held up for over an hour.  We had to get off the bus and collect all our belongings; a few people were taken away with their luggage, but returned later.  We assume they were checking for illegal immigrants.

Going through the Alps (1)

Going through the Alps (2)

Our bus at a rest stop in Switzerland

We finally reached our hotel in Munich at 9.15pm – hungry, thirsty and tired!

In and around Munich

Despite our delayed arrival, we had three full days in Munich. On Saturday we explored the old town, visiting a number of churches, and climbing up the tower of St Peter’s, the oldest church in the city.  In the Marienplatz (main square) we saw the picturesque town hall, and watched the 11am performance of the elaborate glockenspiel.

The Neues Rathaus in Marienplatz

Marienplatz from the tower of St Peter’s

Glockenspiel action (1)

Glockenspiel action (2)

In the evening, we went to the opera!  We are really not opera buffs, but again, we had the opportunity of attending a performance at a famous opera house.  Ian hoped to see Wagner, but despite getting up at 4am (in Florida) on the day tickets went on sale, he did not succeed.

However, after being placed 114 in the queue, he did manage to get his second choice, Mozart’s Die Zaubeflöte.  We thought we were in the balcony again, but in fact we were in the stalls, at the end of a row, and had a good view of the stage.  We were not as crammed as at La Scala, so it was definitely a more enjoyable experience.  There were no concessions to non-German speakers – the English translation was not shown – so we had to guess what was going on, but that was usually not too difficult.

Munich opera house

At the opera – again!

Inside the theatre

Curtain call

On Sunday morning we’d planned to visit the Englischer Garten, said to be one of the largest and most beautiful parks in Europe.  But when we woke, it was grey, dismal and raining, so it did not seem a good idea!  Instead, we visited the Residenz, and spent the morning wandering round the state apartments.  We also saw the treasury, a dozen rooms packed with amazingly beautiful and obviously priceless objects.  By the time we’d finished, the weather had improved, so we decided to go on up to the English garden, not too far away.  While we were there, the sun appeared and the weather was beautiful for the rest of the afternoon.

Jewelled statue of St George in the Treasury

The Antiquarium – hall full of Greek and Roman statues

Great Hall in the palace

In the English Garden we saw a ‘surf wave’ and watched people try it out.  On to the Chinese pagoda, where there is a huge biergarten.   We got drinks and a giant pretzel; there were crowds of people, and a jolly Bavarian band.  This is obviously how the locals spend their Sundays.  Further on, we reached the boating lake, and had a paddle boat for 30 minutes.  Then we walked back to our hotel along the river.  At the Maximilianeum (seat of the Bavarian parliament), they have a ‘Sunday café’ so we had a drink sitting on their terrace.

Surfer dudess on the Surf Wave

Looking over the Englischer Garten towards Munich

Chinese pagoda

Sunday lunch in the biergarten

A pretzel as big as your head!

On the boating lake


Cafe inside the parliament

On Monday, we took a tram a short way outside the city to Schloss Nymphenburg.  We walked round the extensive grounds, passing the Grand Cascade and visiting four ‘pavilions’ (each one as big as a house).  Back at the palace, we saw the state rooms, which were impressive, though by this stage we were becoming rather blasé about such things!  In a separate building, we found the coaches and sleighs fascinating, because so completely OTT.

Schloss Nymphenburg

Inside one of the pavilions – Pagodenburg

Badenburg pavilion

Fresco in the Badenburg

Indoor swimming pool


Ceremonial coach

One-horse open sleigh

Grand Hall in the palace

That evening we went to the Hofbrauhaus, the most famous bierkeller in Munich and allegedly the most famous pub in the world.  Ian of course does not like beer, but this is something we had to experience.  Crowds of people, a band playing, waiters dashing around with armfuls of giant beer mugs (a litre is normal) and girls with trays of pretzels – that is Munich for you!


Decorated ceiling in the Hofbrauhaus

The oompah band

Compare and contrast

When crossing from Italy into Bavaria, we found a number of differences:

  • Obviously the language changes from Italian to German – and there are fewer concessions to those who don’t speak it
  • The weather is not so good north of the Alps
  • There are more blond children around – made us think of our children and grandchildren, although their heritage is Dutch
  • Some people wear the traditional costume – we saw a few in the streets, and many outfits in shop windows – we suspect some people keep them for special occasions
  • Bavarian food focuses on sausages, potatoes, pretzels and cake – but there are plenty of Italian restaurants around. And most restaurants have a vegetarian section on their menus.

And of course the most common drink is beer, although Ian was glad to discover that Aperol spritz is still available!  But we miss the crisps and the nibblies we were always given with drinks in Italy…

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Italy IV: Last Supper in Italy

On Sunday 2nd July we moved on from Verona to Milan.  This was to be our base for our final five nights in Italy – our longest stay anywhere on this trip.  There were a lot of things to do there, and we planned to visit two other cities on day trips.


Milan is a big city, and the places of interest to us were quite far apart, so we got used to making our way around by Metro.  We had pre-booked two things.  One was the opera!  Unlike Verona, this was not the main reason for our visit.  But La Scala is famous, and it seemed foolish to miss the opportunity of going while in Milan.  This time we saw La Bohème, an opera neither of us knew, but after visiting Puccini’s birthplace in Lucca, it seemed appropriate.  The staging was impressive, and the performance good – even if the story is not exactly joyful!  We understood that the seats we’d booked were in the first circle, but it transpired that they were in the first balcony, above no less than four tiers of boxes.   This meant that our view was far from ideal (Sandie had to lean forward in order to see even part of the stage) and it was very hot and stuffy up there.

La Scala

At the opera, again!

View from the gods

The other thing we’d booked to see was Leonardo da Vinci’s famous painting of the Last Supper, on the wall of a Dominican refectory.  You have to book a time slot months in advance, and you are allowed only 15 minutes in the room.  Perhaps we are not great judges of art, because we were not terribly impressed by the painting.  Just opposite the refectory (and the linked church) we saw the small vineyard that was given to Leonardo by the duke of Milan, and in the Science Museum we saw models of his many inventions.

Last Supper

Detail of the painting

Not sure it’ll fly

Leonardo’s vineyard

Our tickets for the Last Supper (sounds like we were present there!) also entitled us to visit the Brera art gallery, where we saw many famous examples of medieval and Renaissance art.

That must smart!

Napoleon statue

Venus and friend

We spent some hours at the cathedral, Europe’s largest Gothic church.  This included a walk on the terraces – giving great views over the city – and a visit to the cathedral museum.   We do not normally find museums terribly interesting, but this was fascinating, as it enabled us to see close up some of the carvings we could otherwise only glimpse from a distance.

Milan cathedral

Up among the spires

On the roof

Inside the cathedral

Gold crucifix in the museum

Matching angels


Saints R Us

We visited the Castello Sforzesco, and the park beyond.  In the castle we saw the unfinished Pieta which Michelangelo worked on until six days before his death.  One evening we went to the canal area of the city, where there were crowds of people and a great atmosphere.  We enjoyed the eating, drinking and people watching!

Castle Sforzesco

Michelangelo’s last Pieta

Park behind the castle

By the canal


Genoa is 93 miles from Milan, but we read that you can do it easily as a day trip. This is true, but it means taking a high-speed train which is more expensive that the regional trains we’d been using for the past three weeks.  We’d booked our long trips on the Net in advance, and bought tickets for short journeys from station machines.  But this was a return journey, and we wanted to enquire about money-saving options, so for the first time we joined the queue to buy tickets from a human being.  We found her quite difficult to understand, but gathered that you can buy return tickets only if you know exactly which train you are getting in both directions.  Worse, she announced that the train we’d intended to get was full, and the next available one was not until 11.10 – too late to make a day trip worthwhile.

We were debating whether we could reorganise our plans and go on a different day, when the ticket seller announced that she could sell us tickets for the 9.10 – the train that was full – but we would have to pay a supplement when on the train. So we did, although it made our day trip expensive. We gave up any claim to understanding how the Italian railway system works!

But it was a good and enjoyable day.  Genoa is quite different from the other Italian cities on our itinerary.  For a start, it’s on the sea: it rivals Marseilles as the biggest port on the Mediterranean.  In Genoa we didn’t just see the sea, we took a boat ride across the harbour to Pegli and back.  The town is very picturesque when seen from the water.  We also strolled around the old town, admiring the cathedral, other churches and especially the beautiful palazzi on the Via Garibaldi.


Genoa from the sea

Genoa cathedral

Via Garibaldi

One of the palaces

Genoa was the birthplace of Christopher Columbus: we saw the church where he was baptised (though it was closed) and the park where his three ships are pictured in flowers.  In recent years the old port has been transformed, and is now home to several tourist attractions.  We went up in the Bigo, a kind of revolving drum that is suspended from a spider-like structure, and lifts you up for great views over the harbour and the city.

Columbus ship in flowers

The ‘Bigo’

View over the town

View over the harbour


Our other day trip was to Bergamo – closer to Milan, a shorter (and much cheaper) train journey.  The old town sits on top of a hill, about two miles from the railway station.  We went there by bus and funicular, but chose to walk back and take photos on the way.

Bergamo on its hill

We enjoyed strolling around the narrow streets of the old town.  We visited the cathedral, which was less attractive than the nearby church of Santa Maria Maggiore.  That was much more elaborate, and the painting of the Great Flood (recently restored) was especially interesting.  The adjoining Cappella Colleoni had an even more elaborate façade, but you were not allowed to take photos of the interior.

Santa Maria Maggiore and Capella Colleoni

The Great Flood

We went up the clock tower, and had great views over the town.  We ended up at La Rocca (a fortress, now a museum).  We didn’t go in, but there were great views from the gardens.

The Clock Tower

View from the tower

View from La Rocca




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Italy III: there ought to be elephants

Perugia and Assisi were a lot further south than any of the other cities on our itinerary.  So from Assisi it was a long train journey back north to Florence, a quick change, and then west to our next destination.


Back in 2005 we had a family holiday in Tuscany; we saw several interesting cities, but Lucca was too far from our villa.  So it was on the itinerary for 2017!  At first sight we were disappointed: parts of the city (especially around the station) were scruffy, and ‘pedestrianised’ in the old town apparently meant that there were lots of bikes, but not too many cars. Cloudy weather – quite a shock after ten days of unbroken hot sun! – did not add to the attractiveness of the city.   But when the weather improved, and we got to know Lucca better, our opinion became much more positive.

We visited the cathedral, and particularly liked the modern stained glass.  Other churches included San Giovanni e Santa Reparata where you can see the remains of five different layers – an older church built on top of a yet older church built on top of a Roman temple built on top of Roman houses (fragments of mosaics remain).  The Piazza Anfiteatro is fascinating because houses and restaurants have been built into the old amphitheatre.

Lucca Cathedral

Stained glass in the cathedral

San Giovanni church

Underground at S. Giovanni

Outside wall of the Piazza Anfiteatro

Inside the Piazza Anfiteatro

Piazza Anfiteatro at night

We climbed to the top of the Tower Giunigi – unusual because there are trees growing on the flat roof – and enjoyed amazing views over the city. We also walked right round the city walls, from which you can get views of both the city and the beautiful countryside.  You can also see a number of weird sculptures on the bastions.

Torre Giunigi

On top of the tower

Piazza Anfiteatro from aove

Lucca city walls

Fairly weird!

Lucca is the city where Puccini was born, and there is a concert in his honour every night in one of the churches.  The one we went to included a selection of music from Mozart as well as Puccini.  It seemed the right thing to do while in Lucca, and also seemed an appropriate prelude to the operas we will see over the next couple of weeks.

Opera singers


From Lucca to Mantua was a long and complex train journey, involving three changes.  Two were very quick (we almost missed one connection because the train was running late) but at least we had time for coffee in Bologna (a luxury not usually available on Italian trains).

Unfortunately the weather deteriorated while we were in Mantua: we had cloudy grey skies and some really violent thunderstorms.  But we managed to be inside during the worst, and it didn’t stop us from seeing the sights.  We also had the opportunity of getting our washing done – a real bonus!

Thunderstorm over Mantua

After the storm

Nudism comes to Mantua

Mantua is not on the top tourist trail, but there are two main places really worth visiting.  The Palazzo Ducale, right in the centre, is huge, and there is one room after another with frescoed walls and elaborate ceilings.  The most famous room is the Camera degli Sposi; visitor numbers are restricted, you have to pre-book and you are allowed five minutes max – although we saw no signs of these rules being enforced.  By this stage of our trip we had seen hundreds of frescoes, but those in the palace were different in that they depicted not religious themes, but life among the aristocracy.

Arcaded street

Inside the Ducal Palace

Camera degli Sposi ceiling

How the medieval other half live

The other palace is the Palazzo Te, a mile or two outside the town, and built as the summer retreat for the current duke and his mistress.  Again, there were lots of highly decorated rooms, with mainly classical and sometimes erotic themes.  The outstanding one was the Sala dei Giganti, illustrating the victory of Jupiter over the Titans.  It is hard to describe the spectacular effect, but it really does create the illusion that the rocks are tumbling down around you.

Cupid and Psyche in the Palazzio Te

Room of the Giants, looking up at the gods

Giants getting a beating

In addition to the palaces, we visited the cathedral and other churches.  We were particularly impressed by the Bibiena Theatre, used originally for science talks, now also for cultural performances – a real gem of a place.

Cathedral dome rises over the town

Church of San Lorenzo

Bibiena Theatre


We’ve wanted to visit Verona for years – since even before we created our bucket list! In particular we wanted to see an opera in the Arena – the third biggest amphitheatre in the world, and the best preserved.  Inside the original building there is a huge stage, and seating for over 20,000.  The opera productions are spectacular, and we booked months ago to see Aida.  So here we were in Verona, feeling quite excited when the time finally came.  Several times during the day we looked anxiously at the sky – there were clouds around, and a threat of thunderstorms in the evening.  Fortunately they did not materialise. The evening was fine, if a little windy.  The opera started at 9pm, and we left the Arena at 1am.

Verona Arena

Setting the stage for the night’s production

Prop at the Arena for another opera

A restaurant in the shadow of the Arena

The audience

Did the performance live up to expectations? In many ways, yes – the setting, the scale, the atmosphere all made for a magical experience.  We were however slightly disappointed with the production, which was modernistic, minimalist and monochrome.  The cast of thousands (well, hundreds anyway) and some of the effects were indeed spectacular. But there were no real elephants in the parade scene, as in the past: instead, there were mechanical animals, the main characters were seated on forklift trucks, and other members of the cast were zooming around on what looked like jetskis. Two men were constructing a kind of tower, abseiling up and down – we had no idea why.   We’ve decided that, as far as opera is concerned, we are traditionalists at heart.

End of Act Two

At the end of Aida, the lovers die in a tomb – which links neatly with Verona’s other claim to fame, a story in which star-crossed lovers meet a similar fate.  People come from all over the world to visit Juliet’s house, gaze at Juliet’s balcony, stand in Juliet’s courtyard and touch Juliet’s statue.  Never mind the fact that the balcony was added to the house in 1935, that it is far too high to climb, and that Romeo and Juliet never existed anyway.  (You can also visit Juliet’s tomb – nothing much to see, but surprisingly it’s a popular spot for weddings!) We went to a promenade performance of excerpts from the play which was quite entertaining.  It was (mainly) in Italian, but we guessed correctly that this would not be a problem, as we are familiar with the plot!

Lovers meet


Final scene

We stayed three nights in Verona, but had plenty to occupy our time.  In addition to the above, we visited the cathedral and three other big churches full of artwork; the old castle which is now a museum; the impressively decorated Scaligeri tombs; and some lively piazzas.  We crossed to the other side of the river to visit a palazzo with gardens, and the remains of the Roman theatre (not to be confused with the amphitheatre).  We had great views of the town from there, and from a tower in the centre.  All in all, we had a great time in Verona, and are glad that we made it there at last, even if the opera was slightly disappointing.

Roman bridge

View over Verona

Castle bridge

One of the Scaligeri tombs

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Italy II: what is that orange drink?

On Sunday 17 June, we left Padua, and moved on to Bologna.


If Padua was better than we expected, Bologna was a bit disappointing. It may have been that our expectations were too high.  It was a pleasant city, and we enjoyed our time there, but we would not rank it among the best cities in Europe, or even in Italy.

We did like the miles and miles of colonnaded streets, and the colourful buildings (red, pink, orange, yellow).  But the sights…  Our B&B was conveniently situated close to the Two Towers, one of which (by far the shorter of the two) is regarded as unsafe (not surprising if you’ve seen the angle it leans at).  But you can climb about 500 steps in the taller tower, and enjoy wonderful views from the top.  In theory, that is.  We were about to go in when we saw a sign saying that the tower was closed for restoration, until July.  So much for that!

The Two Towers

Arcaded streets

One of the iconic sights of Bologna is the Neptune Fountain – but we could not see it.  It was boxed in for restoration.  Later than day, we had lunch in a pleasant park north of the town. There is a big (and doubtless impressive) fountain there, but it was shut down (guess why?) for restoration.

The places that we could visit were mainly churches.  Several had impressive frescoes, but the one we liked best was the Basilico di San Stefano, a whole complex of churches and cloisters dating back to the 11th century, and built on the site of an even earlier church.  We also visited the Palazzo d’Accursio, which includes a museum and an art gallery, and the   Palazzo dell’Archiginnasio, the former home of Bologna University, where in the Teatro Anotomico dissections of dead bodies took place in the name of medical science.

Palazzio d’Accursio

Bologna main square

Church of S. Stefano (1)

Church of S. Stefano (2)

Church of S. Stefano (3)

Tomb of S. Domenica

Statue by young Michelangelo

Palazzo dell’Archiginnasio

Anatomy theatre

Skinned statues


Our guidebook suggested Ferrara as an easy day trip from Bologna, so we decided to take their advice.  What we didn’t realise was that Ferrara was on the train line from Padua to Bologna, so it would have been even easier to stop there on the way.  Not to worry – however much pre-travel research you do, there’s always more to learn when you are on the spot.

The main feature of Ferrara is its castle, right in the centre of the city, but not on the top of a hill, as castles usually are. It is one of the few European castles to be surrounded by a water-filled moat, but we did not find its appearance ‘dazzling’ (as per the guidebook): grim and foreboding would be more accurate, in our view.  Still, there were lots of interesting things to see inside, including dungeons as well as ducal apartments.

Ferrara castle

Looking out from the castle

Ferrara from the tower

Statue of Savanarola

Ferrara street scene

There were several other places on our ‘ought to visit’ list for Ferrara, but some were closed.  The cathedral was ‘in restauro’: we managed a brief look, but it was very dark and gloomy.  The Palazzo Schifannoia had some interesting frescoes, but only two public rooms, so our visit did not last long.  However, we enjoyed the rest of the day exploring back streets and walking along the city walls.

Fresco of medieval life

Walking the walls


While Bologna was on our bucket list, Perugia was an add-on to our itinerary.  But it was definitely our favourite Italian city so far.  The capital of Umbria, situated on a hill-top, smaller and quieter than Bologna (main streets pedestrianised), and so picturesque!  We very much enjoyed our time exploring the city. The narrow streets are a real maze, so it is easy to get lost.  As there were relatively few sights recommended in the guidebooks, we did a fairly random walk, looking at churches and other places of interest we happened to pass.  Because the town is on a hill, we did more climbing than we’d done since leaving Slovenia.  But it was worth it – the views over the city and surrounding countryside were superb.

View over Perugia

We saw the oldest church in the city, and the biggest church in Umbria.  We saw an Etruscan arch, and an Etruscan well.  We walked along an ancient aqueduct, and took escalators that led us down through old fortifications to a lower level of the city.  One place we found particularly interesting was the tower of San Angelo.  We climbed the stairs to get a great view – but on every level there was a display of musical instruments from different periods, linked in with photos of relevant drawings.  And music playing.  It was incredibly well done.

Heading along the old aqueduct

Tower of San Angelo

Inside the tower: ‘Musica’

Historic music display

View from the tower

Temple of San Angelo

Inside the Temple of San Angelo

Rafael fresco

Angel with bagpipes

The weather was very hot, so we needed to spend a lot of time drinking (that’s our excuse).  In Italian cities we’d noticed many people drinking a really lurid orange drink, and wondered what it was.  In Perugia we asked a friendly waitress who explained that it was ‘Aperol spritz’, which we subsequently discovered is the most popular aperitif in Italy. We tried it and loved it, so now it’s one of our favourite drinks.  Only problem is, when you order a drink here, you are given large quantities of nibblies with it (crisps, nuts, cheese biscuits, chunks of pizza etc etc).  We don’t look forward to weighing ourselves when we get back home!  And Ian will need to visit the dentist – his bridge tooth has come out again!

Enjoying Aperol Spritz


Assisi is not far from Perugia, and in some respects it is similar – another picturesque Umbrian hill town.  But it is dominated by the story of St Francis, and the many pilgrims who come there.  On our arrival (Friday afternoon) we walked up to the castle which overlooks the town.  This meant that the next day we could focus on churches (and dress appropriately, although the code did not seem to be as strictly enforced as the guidebooks suggested).

Assisi castle (Rocca Maggiore)

The Basilica of St Francis is obviously the main focus of the town.  It is huge, with essentially two churches, one on top of the other, quite different styles but both decorated with frescoes. What seemed strange to us was that the piazzas outside the basilica were quite empty – no bars and cafés, as we expected, but barriers forcing you through a narrow entrance way where armed guards were on duty (though they did not inspect you or your bags).

Basilica of St Francis

It was the same story at Santa Maria degli Angeli, a basilica a couple of miles outside Assisi, which we reached via a pleasant walkway, passing by fields of sunflowers and with views back to the town. In this basilica there is a chapel which was the nucleus of the first Franciscan monastery – a kind of church within a church.

Basilica of S. Maria degli Angeli

Church within a church

Assisi with sunflowers

In the town of Assisi itself we visited the Basilica di Santa Chiara (founder of the Poor Clares) and the Abbazia di San Pietro (plain, but with some interesting modern artwork).  In the cathedral di S. Rufino, we went down into the crypt and saw some atmospheric vaulted archways and Ionic columns, as well as more religious paintings.  (We also visited the Foro Romano, and saw more evidence of ancient Assisi.)

Under the cathedral

Main square, with the Temple of Minerva

Note that several churches in Assisi ban photos, so we are limited in what we can show you.

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Italy I: prosecco and frescoes

On Wednesday 14 June we woke to grey skies.  We couldn’t complain, as we’d had glorious sunshine for all six of our full walking days.  But now it was time to move on.  We took a taxi to the nearest railway station, and a train to Nova Gorica, on the Italian border.  Then it was farewell to Slovenia!

Farewell, Slovenia!

We’ve been lucky enough to visit Italy, several times, but we certainly haven’t seen all of it.  We’ve long wanted to see the opera in the great amphitheatre at Verona; Bologna was also on our bucket list.  Needless to say, while planning and researching this trip we thought of several other places: ‘While we’re there, we might as well…’.  We ended up with no fewer than 13 cities to fit in!


Until about a year ago, we’d never heard of Udine.  Then Sandie read a Guardian travel article about Friuli, a region of Italy largely undiscovered by tourists.  It included a photo of a beautiful square in Udine; we learned that Friuli is in the north-east corner of Italy, making Udine an ideal first stop for people coming from Slovenia.

Piazza della Libertad, Udine

We were at first rather disappointed with Udine.  The castle has an art gallery, but the building itself is unexciting; ditto the cathedral. The Piazza della Libertad has buildings and statues modelled closely on those in St Mark’s Square, Venice, but the piazza is not really a square, more of a thoroughfare, and it is not surrounded by cafés, as we imagined.  Part of the problem, however, is that the weather was bad (grey and wet) when we arrived.  The next day was fine, the sun was shining, and the city looked much more attractive.

Covered square in the Piazza della Libertad

Nude bell-ringing Moors

Gold angel on the castle church

Inside Udine cathedral

The Piazza della Libertad looked more beautiful, but was still spoilt by the scaffolding and netting put up to cover fountains and statues which were being restored.  We actually preferred the Piazza San Giacomo, which has (in our view) a greater claim to be called the main square of the city: a big square with one fountain, and no statues, but surrounded by cafés and buildings in a variety of colours.

Piazza Giacomo


The guidebooks refer to Treviso as the ‘little Venice’ – it’s not far away, and has canals! It really cannot compare, but it is interesting in its own right.  There are of course a number of churches.  Sandie was politely asked to leave the cathedral, as she was wearing a sleeveless top!  But after she’d changed, we went back and were able to see the famous painting of the Annunciation, by Titian.  Other churches had walls covered with frescoes – there’s no point in our trying to list them all, even if we could remember which work by which artist was in which church.

Treviso cathedral

Titian’s Annunciation

First recorded image of someone wearing glasses!

Holy Family fresco

Leave me alone, kids!

The centre of the town is picturesque, with narrow medieval streets, and canals with willow trees and water wheels.  We walked round a section of the city walls, and returned there in the evening as it was the location of the ‘Elvis Days’ festival, which we thought might be worth a look.  Bizarrely, it reminded us of the Italian festival in Venice (Florida) back in February. There were crowds of people, stalls selling all kinds of food, drink and other goods, bands playing and people dancing.  The only additional thing here was a contest for Elvis impersonators – we saw three, and were amused rather than impressed.

Waterwheel in the city centre

Treviso canal

Canal with sculptures

‘Dante bridge’

War memorial

Elvis festival

Elvises, great and small

Prosecco is a popular drink in Treviso, and we enjoyed a number of glasses while there.  There is a restaurant which claims to be where tiramisu (Ian’s favourite dessert) was invented, so he had to sample that.  We had a very nice apartment for our two-night stay; as it was now 11 days since we had left home the washing machine proved very useful!



Our visit to Padua did not start well.  It is no great distance from Treviso, and we caught an early train, so we arrived at 9.15.  We’d booked a hotel near the station, so the plan was to dump our luggage there and be free to explore.  However… we found the road easily enough, but could see no sign of the hotel.  We tried a different road where it appeared to be signed, but no luck.  Sandie asked a man who did not know, but used his phone to get precise walking directions to the hotel, which it said was just four minutes away.

Unfortunately, the directions were completely wrong, and we ended up back at the station!  What made it worse was that a wheel had come off our big case, and Ian was struggling to carry it.  He found a visitor information office on the station, but the woman there had not heard of our hotel either.  Eventually we tracked it down – it was further along the road we’d walked in the first place.  Not far at all, but we had to use a taxi, because the case was so heavy.

Luckily for us, the hotel receptionist was very kind, and spoke excellent English.  She managed to find a room we could check into immediately, and suggested places where we could buy a new suitcase.  The nearest was a ‘Chinese shop’, which had a large selection, all very cheap.  Ian took our new case back to the hotel, while Sandie went on to the Scrovegni Chapel, to collect the tickets we’d pre-booked for 4pm that afternoon.

The Capella Scrovegni is famous because of the brilliantly coloured frescoes by Giotto which cover the walls.  Yet more frescoes … but these really are something special.  They are carefully preserved by keeping the chapel climate-controlled and restricting the number of visitors.  It is necessary to book in advance for a specific time.  On the side of the chapel there is a waiting room – a kind of airlock which seats 25 people.  Every 15 minutes, the doors open just long enough for one group to enter, another group to move through to the chapel itself, and a third group to leave the building.  It is very highly organised (and if you miss your slot, you’ve had it!) but it works and it was well worth the wait.

Scrovegni Chapel

Inside the chapel

Arrest of Jesus

Demon eating the damned

The other main attraction in Padua is the Basilica di Sant’Antonio – not really to our taste, but impressive for two reasons.  First, the interior decoration is incredibly ornate – as Ian remarked, it’s over the top and down the other side.  Second, we were amazed by the crowds of people there: we had not realised that it’s still a major pilgrimage destination.  But photography was forbidden, so we cannot show you what it is like.

Equestrian statue outside the Basilica di Sant’Antonio

Basilica di Sant’Antonio

Bust of a violinist in the cloisters

We also visited the Palazzo de Ragione, a vast hall covered in (guess what?) frescoes!

Entrance to the Palazzo di Ragione

Fresco inside the Palazzo

Evening crowds in one of the squares


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The best-laid plans…  Ours failed even before we left home.  On recent long trips we’ve managed with one case between us.  This time it just did not work, possibly due to the variety of activities planned.  We could not turn up at La Scala in our hiking boots!  So Sandie had to repack everything, while Ian went online to book (and pay for) the extra case.

But on the day (Monday 5th June), all went smoothly.  Taxi to the bus station, coach to Stansted.  Our flight to Ljubljana was delayed, but not by too much. The minibus transfer to our accommodation was waiting when we landed.


We had Monday evening, all of Tuesday and Weds morning to explore Ljubljana.  That was plenty of time, because the capital of Slovenia is a very small city.  The Old Town has some attractive buildings, including churches with ornate spires, and lots of squares with statues and fountains.  On one side of the town there is a castle perched on a hilltop, surrounded by woods; on the other side the Tivoli Gardens provide more green space for a wander.  Further out there are unattractive concrete blocks of apartments, including the one where we stayed, although the flat itself was fine.

The river Ljubljanica flows through the city. Crossed by several elegant bridges, it is lined by weeping willows and pavement cafés – for such a small city, Ljubljana has an awful lot of bars and cafés!  It is the ideal place for an evening stroll, and has a lively atmosphere, with lots of people doing their version of the ‘paseo’.  We really enjoyed our first evening there, when we stopped at three places for drinks, dinner and cocktails.  Unfortunately, the weather deteriorated rapidly on Tuesday, and there were heavy storms in the evening.  We managed to escape the worst, but were quite glad to get back to our flat.

Ljubljana in the evening

Moonrise over the castle

Ljubljana castle

Looking down on the city

Green dragon, symbol of Ljubljana

Sandie and friend

Cathedral towers

Inside the cathedral

Roman statue

Art deco building

Ballet in Tivoli Gardens

Decorated ceiling in the National Museum

Sliding down the banisters in the National Museum

Statues of workers at the Parliament building

Church and statue


On Tuesday afternoon we travelled by bus to Kranjska Gora, the starting point for the week’s walking tour we’d booked.  The mountains were impressive, but it was so cold (and wet) there!  We regretted having taken only summer clothing. However, the next morning the sun was shining and everything looked completely different.  A representative of the walking company came to give us our information pack, and off we went.

Kranjska Gora

Our first two walks were circular, so we stayed three nights at Kranjska Gora.  Walking in the mountains was delightful.  During the day at least, it was warm and sunny, and the scenery was stunning.  Our first walk was relatively short (13 km, though we did further because the directions were not always clear; we took the wrong path and had to retrace our route).  The furthest point was a ‘hut’ where you could buy drinks; we had a late morning coffee, and it was so pleasant sitting in the midst of glorious mountain scenery that we followed it with a glass of wine.

Mountain reflections

Mountain hut

Butterfly and alpine flower

Alpine meadow

Julian Alps

The second day’s walk was longer (20km) and our goal this time was the ‘Three Borders’, where Slovenia, Italy and Austria meet.  This involved a steep uphill climb through pine forests.  When there were gaps in the trees, we had views of the snow-capped mountains in the distance.  We also walked through meadows, full of alpine spring flowers.

Looking down into Austria

The 3-country marker on top of Mt Pec

The next day a taxi took our luggage to Bled, and dropped us on the way there.  We walked the rest of the way; the scenery was quite different from the past two days, as we passed through villages and farmland.  The highlight of the walk was the Vintgar Gorge, about a mile long. After our peaceful walking in the mountains, it came as a shock to see crowds of tourists, and there was not much space to pass on the narrow paths.

Rural hay-drying rack

Vintgar Gorge (1)

Vintgar Gorge (2)

Suma Falls, at the end of Vintgar Gorge

Church at Zasip, on the way down to Bled

… and lakes

Lake Bled is very scenic, and therefore a popular tourist destination in Slovenia.  We stayed for two nights in a surprisingly smart hotel in Bled village.  After our arrival we took a boat across to the island in the lake, where there is a church, a bell tower and a café.  It happened that a wedding was taking place while we were there.  We had drinks while waiting for the bridal party to emerge, and were able to take photos before going in the church ourselves.

Bled Island

The Belltower on the island

Bride and Groom

Bevy of Beautiful Bridesmaids

Ringing the bell for luck

Paddle boarders heading home

Sunset over Bled Castle

The next day we were able to choose how to spend our time – there was a suggested hike, but also a number of things to do around the lake. We did a circuit, with two major detours.  The first was up to the castle, perched on a rock: a very steep path and then 230 steps, quite a climb but great views from the castle courtyard.  The second was further round the lake, up to the top of Osojnika.  This was recommended in our walk directions as being a must for photographers, because of the wonderful views – but what they omitted to tell us was how strenuous the climb was.  Still, we made it, and the views certainly were great.  The lake, with its island, was so incredibly picturesque, we could not resist taking photo after photo.  We were lucky that the weather was warm and sunny, great for walking and photography.  We were amused to see the crowds of people sunbathing on the grass – definitely Brighton Beach on Lake Bled!

The starting point for the international regatta on the lake

Bled Castle ramparts

The long slog up to Osojnica

The view’s worth it, though

The island and the castle

Bled Castle at night

The final two days of our walking holiday followed a similar pattern.  On Monday we had a transfer into the hills above Bled, and walked the rest of the way to Lake Bohinj.   The first part of the walk was through alpine meadows, complete with flowers and cows with bells – the only thing missing was Julie Andrews singing ‘The hills are alive…’.  Conveniently, we found a mountain hut at coffee time, and after that it was steeply downhill, mainly on stony forest tracks.

Skier missing the snow

Country chapel and the mountains

The road goes ever on and on …

Lake Bohinj

Statue of local mountaineers

Chamois statue

Lake Bohinj is bigger than Lake Bled, but wilder and much less touristy.  We spent Tuesday doing a circuit of the lake, again with two major detours.  At the western end we walked up to the Savica Waterfall.  After paying an entry fee, we had to climb up 526 steps to a very small viewing platform. Unfortunately there were several large parties of teenagers and schoolchildren, all equipped with selfie sticks, which made it difficult for us to get a view of the falls.  Further round the lake we took the cable car up to Vogel, a popular ski resort.  Needless to say, there were great views from the top, although a ski resort in summer has a rather deserted feel.  Back down at the lake, we took the ‘tourist boat’ back to the village where we were staying.  After a lot of walking, it was a relaxing way to end the day.

Lake Bohinj from the north shore

Meadow flower

Savica Falls

Lake Bohinj from the west end

The cablecar

View from the top

Our ride back

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