Day 2 – Fri. 31st
Eventually, we find our way out of the St Quentin one-way system and get back onto the A26 peage heading for the Mont Blanc tunnel. Once into Italy I have the opportunity to stop and take a picture of the glacier.
Where to go next was the question in hand as we drove east across Italy.
A couple of years earlier I had been in Palma, on work, in the middle of December and it looked really festive. Plus, my local host took me to a great restaurant in the evening where we sampled the local delicacies (both food and wine.) That was it we’ll aim for Palma and hope I can remember the turns I took to get to the hotel I used then and see if they have a room for the night. I navigated, from memory, and they had a room. Excellent. Parking involved three tight reversals around corners to get into the hotel’s enclosed atrium but I made it. Fine, into the room and then out for a bit of sightseeing and then try to find the same restaurant I was in before. The sightseeing went fine but I couldn’t remember which direction the restaurant was in and went the wrong way, initially. This started to annoy my misses as her right ankle was starting to get painful (mangled when a drunk driver took her out from her bike in Arkansas back in 2004). I eventually found the correct road to go (lucky for me) and sat outside, in the evening heat, and had a brilliant meal suitably washed down with a few drops of a nice red. I was forgiven!
Piazza Garibaldi
Parma, not Palma!