We saw a poster yesterday for a Spring Festival to be held in one of the piazzas in Badalucco this morning so we roused ourselves to make the trek down in time to catch it. Wondered around a bit, couldn’t find anything so had a coffee. Asked around and the found the piazza was the one of the ones we had already passed by on the main road. Checked it out but nothing really happening. Perhaps a table or two being set up. Gave it away and walked back up to Montalto by lunchtime as J had lots of work he needed to get stuck into.
J spent the entire afternoon/early evening doing computer work and I did the washing and a few bits and pieces, along with plenty of reading. I’m a bit loath to give away working on learning the French language but it’s a bit muddling when we have now had to revert back to Italian in our everyday greetings, reading signage etc.
