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.
In we go.
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.
'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.