The small gentleman is Francesco, a 78 year old who proudly walks everywhere in the hilly city.
We had the opportunity to reunite with many old friends from the various districts we visited. Sarah took a shine (that maternal instinct!) to the cutest little girl.
We visited an artist who annually creates an intricate float with papier mache. It is paraded through the streets during a festival. At the end, the crowd rip it to shreds, taking a piece to ward off evil in their homes.
Notice the curved-ceiling pizzeria restaurant that used to be a grain silo. Pizza in Southern Italy has few toppings (apparently too many spoils the pizza).
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