Sunday 8/16
Decided that we needed a bit of culture - and we don't mean yogurt.
First though Madame had to take her constitutional along the "Prom" (for us Yanks that's short for "promenade" and has nothing to do with a school dance.
Then it was off to Paestum which has three Greek temples.
Yes folks "The old ruins went to see some old ruins"
There was even a bar that had Anne's name written all over it!
Back to our hotel where my hopes of a quiet night with my Nastro Azzuro were dashed when the Dancing Queen discovered that there was a band playing 70's and 80's "music".
I use the term loosely because you know my definition of music - compositions written by dead white guys, who have been dead For Centuries!
Anyway, I was rewarded for having to listen to such puerile drivel by the fact that one of the lead singers was a nubile wench called Cassandra who could, despite her diminutive stature, belt out lyrics like the fog horn on the Queen Mary!
For Madame, they were off to a great start by opening with Bryan Ferry's "Slave To Love", but when later they played a Pink Floyd number she knew that Brent had manifested himself in Maiori.
We are headed for Positano tomorrow.
Ciao Bella
Norm
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