We drove down from the Dolomiti and the Alps to Verona, which is immediately south of the foothills. Straight shot on the Autostrada (#22). Nice little Renaissance town. We stayed in the Old City (an old Roman city on the bend of the Aldige River) instead of venturing out into the modern city (pop. 275,000). Tourists hang around the old city, but plenty of Italians come into the old city for fun and shopping.
Verona is a charming old town, walkably-manageable in size although we did get a little lost walking out to see St. Zeno. Getting lost is not a bad thing because you see things. It is a bitch to drive into, though, once you get off the highway. Cops keep yelling at you for going the wrong way. Gotta laugh.
The Passagiata in Verona is wonderful, between 5 and 8 pm. It's a town of lovely women of all ages, and the Italian men look great with their fitted shirts and tailoring. We tourist men, not so great. All the kids in strollers and backpacks look good, and the women look feminine. Lots of real blondes in northern Italia.
In my view, all women and all men ought to try to look their best, in public at least. Being over 40 or 50 doesn't mean that you are dead. I just have no talent for style. I shoulda brought my red trousers with me.
Dinner is around 8-8:30, and afterwards the young and/or single people, looking good, fill the narrow streets and piazzas - I call them pizzas - and bars with laughter and flirtation. A jolly scene. Women hold hands, men kiss. Everybody drinks and smokes.
La dolce vita.
Lots more pics below the fold - Mrs. BD thought our lady readers might enjoy the clothing shops -
Front of our hotel, the building - an old monastery - dates to 1200 - the Gabbia D'Oro
The breakfast room. In this hotel, you are expected to look good when you come downstairs. Dress properly, not like an American tourist. It is fairly clear that they will treat you better with a jacket and tie for tea time. I had no tie, because this was mainly an Alpine hiking trip.
La Bella Figura does matter.
The hotel's Tea Room:
Misc. Verona street pics
A spritzer of these seems to be the popular summer drink this year:
Fresh pasta
Nashville?
Mrs. BD says her friends call this "D and G"
If you recall, Dante fled Florence and ended up here
At the opera in the Roman arena, before it filled up. A wonderful birthday treat.
