Today I felt like an ant, crawling around with thousands of other ants. I was part of the mound of tourist ants. I took photos, holding my phone up high. One of the many. Busses and cars transport the ants along busy roads and then wait outside where the ant density is too high. Drahtesel plies the same roads, and like the busses and cars, waits patiently outside.
Verona
Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?
I saw Juliette’s tower today, and the balcony where such a scene may have taken place. Today, being the first Sunday in the month, meant that potential Juliette’s could stand out on the balcony for only one euro. The Juliettes rotated constantly on the balcony, being watched by the hoards of Romeos (and me, of course) from below.
Juliette’s balcony
From high up from the central tower, I had a bird’s eye view out over Verona. It is a lovely city. The rooftops and squares gave me the feeling of Italy – a holiday feeling. I have already come a long way from the Netherlands.
Verona from above
Verona from above
Earlier in the day I visited Sirmione – a thin peninsula poking up into Lago di Garda. I convinced the policeman that I would only push my bike through the centre, and he let me through. I soon left. There really was no room..
Sirmione
I guess I am a loner. Crowds stress me. An open road, alone, through the mountains, through the plains – that is for me.
