Trip

It rained a lot. How trivial, yet essential. Lecce was beautiful. It is in the very South where very few tourists found their way. We were the only tourists, suitcases and strange look, who got off the train. We just happened to enter the city during the siesta time, streets deserted and sun beating down, and we felt like we discovered this town. Paving with no sidewalks, narrow but elegant streets, low palaces, two floors at the most, large windows, balconies and flat roofs with terraces. Many churches. More than one would expect in an Italian town. (Lecce, 1st, 3rd, 5th, 7th 8th and 10th picture)
In Lecce and then even more in Bari, it was surprising for me how locals don't take much account of the touristic potential of the old towns. Which is good for me. I can experience it like people did in the 19th century. Only later I found out that the old town of Bari is even today considered somewhat dangerous and better to be left behind after dark. Well, too late. We went in. It does feel like a ghetto, quite stinky, pigeons, rough kids, young guys on motorbikes, people peeping out of windows wandering who the hell... Honestly, there is one part of the old town that has been turned into a kind of a tourist place with cafés but we did stroll, unconscious, in the other one. (Bari: 4th, 6th and last pictures) All the remaining pictures are from Gargano where we wanted to rest peacefully on the beach while the little guy would play tenderly on the shore with his bucket trying to pour water from the sea over on the beach. It did happened eventually. The beach, not his fruitless attempt.