Saturday, 28 September 2013
The day is cloudy. So was yesterday morning but the sun did come out, and it was a pleasant warm day. We drove to Modena. John drives more often than Nora, and she navigatios. The car has a GPS called Lucy, but the directions are not always clear, and there is a lot of answeing back from both driver and navigator. In my back seat, I spurn the traditional role, and keep quiet, offering no opinions. At all. The autostrade are daunting enough, and the roundabouts terrifying. But then, I am a sook about driving in unfamiliar territory, not the least bit intrepid.
We found Modena. The only map we had was in my guide book and it was rather small. However we found our way, through various streets where there were a lot of works of various sorts going on, some extremely deep. And there were some rather unpleasant odours. We parked the car outside the military academy, from which later, by dint of peering through the bars atop the severe walls, soldiers in training running round and round while doing the military sing song chant.
The leaves are changing colour, and the trees are all large and beautiful. Some I cannot identify, but future research will help. I find that many other travellers do not share my interest in the vegeation.
On my previous trip to Modena, there was an outdoors philosophy conference taking place - have to finish this later, Nora has knocked on door, departure is imminent. We are off to Verdi's home at Sant'Agata,