Italian ramblings.

On my way down from the mountains I was passing Foggia when I caught a glimpse of a scantily clad young lady in the layby to my right, very nice I thought but a little further down the road another young lady in a skin tight purple dress and six inch heels was standing in another layby and this was at about midday, where these Layby Lils if so the police who were passing at the same time as me did not seem concerned. I was always under the impression that the Italians had a certain sense of style, now I know I am not known for my sartorial elegance but some of the sights I have seen over here are just amazing. I saw a very skinny young guy yesterday dressed all in black from pixie boots, skin-tight jeans and jacket and the biggest scarf you have ever seen wrapped around his neck topped by a shaved head with a tuft of hair left on top, he looked like a black ice-cream cone. The uniform for mutton just now is heeled pixie boots, black leggings, mini skirt and too tight top with OTT make-up and carefully teased out hair accompanied of course by the regulation huge sunglasses. Yesterday's exploring was cancelled due to pouring rain, so I stocked up with beer and wine at Lidl and read another book, fortunately it stopped raining at 5pm so I at least got out for a walk, I was starting to seize up with all this enforced relaxation. Today I caught the resort shuttle bus into Lecce and I was very glad I had, the traffic was mad and parking legally is impossible which probably explains why locals double park or park on pedestrian crossings etc, if I tried that I would get a ticket as I now know from experience. Lecce old town was interesting a little too baroque and full of tourists for me but after a couple of hours walking the streets I found a street cafe selling local craft beers to while away the time waiting for the shuttle back to the resort, a pleasant people watching spell.