13 June 2013 Bello Perugia

PerugiaThe bells! The bells! Poor, tormented Quasimoto. I know how he felt, and I’m sure I detect flat notes (tones) in the clashing of these peals sometimes. Fortunately, through the week, they mostly chime the hours – but you can’t rely upon them for accuracy.

Anyway, on the matter of being a foreigner yet trying not to stick out like a sore thumb there is the old method we often adopt of apparent: ‘walking with purpose’. This requires a little more pace, a little nonchalance and less gazing up at all the frescoes et al while, of course, carefully avoiding the dog poop. But it came to me the day before yesterday while sipping a beer al fresco opposite another basilica: the key to being local is to be trailing a dog. So, in one of my inspirational moments, I have devised a business model which could be franchised around the world. It will be called “Look-a-Local Rent a Dog”. This brilliant concept (poo bags supplied and a basic language course in regional doggie commands) will allow the tourist to wander the city unmolested by hustlers and will impart in him or her a feeling of what it is like to be a local – they all seem to own dogs. What is it about all these dogs in European cities? Franchise enquiries to “Look-a-Local Rent a Dog” c/-the author.

Bassilica, cathedral, church. I’m afraid I struggle to see the difference; there are two (one with a dome and the other a steeple) in the view out and down from our Albergo window.

Laundry day today, if we can find it, and some checking out further rail routes – may go down to Naples soon. Ah, Napoli!

Found it. Long walk: past a fabulously ancient Etruscan archway, a city entrance of olde, and downhill to the University area – all ancient.

Hosts at Osteria in PerugiaDamn it. Had to happen. After dropping off our laundry back at Albergo we took a bus to the central rail station down in the new town (where we first arrived here) to check out rail fares to Napoli. Firstly though, we set out in search of food. Perhaps we are getting better at this, but after setting out in a random direction we soon encountered an Osteria that was packed with workers on their lunch break. I’d spied the Fixed menu option outside of 10 Euros for 3 courses. I have to tell you (again?) the quality and generosity of servings is impressive. My 1st of spaghetti al fungi had about 5 varieties of mushroom/fungus in it and was delicious and I’m just not going to go on because there is more to life . . . isn’t there? But the vino de casa . . . hey, this is just an ordinary plonk, right? But it is far more palatable than your cask wines back down under. Yep, they really eat well and plentifully here like in Spain. Say no Moa!