Last full day in Biancavilla
Last day here means a thorough wipe-down of everything, including the bathroom I don't use. The latter was unpleasant. For a break, I decided to walk, and Joe came along. We ran into the monthly-elevator-check guy, and the ever-vivacious Mariella. Off to Ai Maidda for a caffè and a sweet. Though it looked open, the door wouldn't budge. We kept going, up and around and back to v.V. Emmanuele, where I pointed out v. Dusmet as a shortcut to v. Cristoforo Colombo, up a short flight of sidewalk stairs. Up there would be Crispi, from where the tavola calda were bought for Ettore's party, and further down, Bar Colombo. Let's go there. Joe said, Nah; I'll just see you at home. Well ok, then. (I'm more of a walker than he is). I love this tradition of old friends gathering on park benches There's a Ti Amo Giuseppe on the wall by the church, but my friend Ray always called me Principessa, so I'm claiming this one Former train tracks Steps to cut between v.V. Emma...