They arrived and bugger me if Pete is not really ill with a cold which he promptly shares with Ros. This is not the way their holiday should begin. Pete was so unwell he missed a day and night out and Ros missed a night. We feel so sad for them, bloody germy people on planes.
Poor Pete |
The Baptistry |
Pisano's Pulpit |
The Duomo |
On the last night we left Pete at home and went round the corner to an Osteria where John managed a fusion of Scottish and Italian cooking. It was a Malt Whisky Risotto made with crispy bacon and small scallops served with a glass of Talisker 57' whisky. It tasted amazingly good.
Home via the bridge and to bed to dream of Levanto and The Cinque Terre to come.....
Pisa by Night |
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