Morning, lakeside.
5k run along the waterfront of Lake Bracciano.
A whopping 165m deep!
An orange cousin, probably faster.
I spy a crumbling condemned hilltop town turned art-scene hippy commune.
Suns back.
You first..
Calcata.
Catcata.
In we go.
Church.
Chair.
Some of the galleries.
An old lady encouraged us into her historic cellar.
Her previous guests..
Calcata on the wall.
Feeling tall, a special treat.
Cat pot.
Free museum.
Dead cat..
'I heard that!'
Blue door, Number 10.
South we go.
This dog gives a great hug.
Hot chilli chilli with riveting rice. Don't forget the parmesan.
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