What a day!
One trip to Castlefranco Veneto and then hop onto another regionale to Treviso. A busy 10 hour day in all, but well worth the effort. Molto stancoed again!
The day started with an aqua alta; the new siren has several tones depending on the hight of the expected flood. We didn't know what to expect until I asked a local, in ear punishing Italian, what the siren was for. The 52 vaporetto had to divert and go down the Grand Canal because the tide was too high to disembark passengers along the regular route.
A quick coffee at the station and onto the train.
How do they do it? Where ever you go in Europe you never seem to get a bad coffee - bad means: bitter and almost undrinkable no matter how much sugar you put into it. In Australia and The UK it seems that the sole aim is to perform around the machine and produce a bitter tar which even the most avide coffee drinker couldn't drink - it's a puzzle. Tell me who started the bucket sized servings? That was rhetorical folks - its the yanks and those dreary TV shows where everyone drinks Starbucks, Gloria Jean's or whatever (any flavour including sump oil and peanut butter) in one of those paper buckets - make sure the talent has the label clearly facing the camera ...
Back to Italy - I've taken my pill so I'll probable not have another rant for a couple of hours ...
Castlefranco Venito has a small, but interesting, historic centre. A walled city with a duomo andseveral interesting buildings.
Treviso was a large walled city, but much of the historic building are re-builds because the originals were destroyed by bombing during the European WW2. The old city has a very pleasant atmosphere and the re-builds are exceptionally good. The duomo is very plain but worth a visit.
It's better to travel than arrive ... then again ...