We had been here a few times before and thought we knew where we were going, until we realised we were lost and had to backtrack. It seems that hardly anyone goes to Civitavecchia, most tourists are using it as a start point to go to Rome. We’d gone there on a very hot day in mid summer some years ago and been bamboozled by the guide throwing information at us for what seemed like hours. Today we were going our way.
The pronunciation of the place is Chi-veet-ah-veck-ee-ah.
Some things we liked:
- The promenade is one of Scamp’s favourite walks anywhere in the world, beaten only by the prom at Minori, also in Italy.
- A book shop where we bought interesting bits and pieces.
- The girl serving us telling us she’d been to Glencoe and wants to go back to live there some day.
- Yet more bikes. Motorbikes, pedal bikes and scooters … everywhere!
- Partly demolished buildings, painted white along a long elevated piazza.
- A cathedral across the road beautifully lit inside and out by sunlight from high windows.
- A giant hand holding a bunch of coloured pencils in the street.
- Thick glass panels set into the street to allow a view of the Roman ruins of buildings below.
- A metal tree – The edges of the leaves lit at night by light generated from solar panels.
- Weeds fascinate me. Lots of almost dried flowers growing from cracks in the street.
- Humming Bird Hawk Moths – the speed they fly at is amazing.
Tomorrow we’ll be in another old friend – Livorno.