Discovering Giovinazzo

Sunday.

Our airbnb apartment was right in the heart of the old city, in a building with a DNA going back to the year 1100. The owner was an architect and had designed the renovation himself. The front door opens onto stairs to the first floor housing a large lounge with high curved ceiling typical of the old buildings in the area, and through an arch into a kitchen with modern appliances. From the kitchen more stairs to a small landing office and bathroom, also with high arched ceiling. More stairs took you to the bedroom, but part way up double doors gave access to a large rooftop balcony. The bedroom had two balconies, one with views to the adjacent ocean. The ancient part of the city had many narrow streets and alleyways, most of them closed to vehicles. It is not a large area, but can be confusing to navigate. Using the ocean as a guide could be problematic because the old town is on a promontory jutting into the ocean. Our street has ocean at both ends. There are many small piazzas and cafes. There were small churches, not obvious as such behind small doors, many used as community places where people met, in one we saw a man sorting his apricots for sale. There were also two or three large churches all competing with their bells, and this been Sunday the competition was strong.

We walked to Molfetta Road to check out the bus stop we would use tomorrow then into a modern café for coffee and croissants. We then ventured into the town square with its very large Cathedral. It was packed full for a confirmation service. There were many children dressed up to the nines, accompanied by proud parents, and of course photographs and videos. We went for a walk along the waterfront; it was getting quite hot by now. The Adriatic was deep blue, with groups of people sunbathing on the rocks, at this point my Australian instinct kept me out of the sun, so we dropped into a café on the edge of the harbour for a light lunch. It was early Sunday afternoon and the time for brides to come out to be photographed by the water and the ancient buildings. More photographs, videos and this time a drone as well, which the younger ones loved playing up to.

I then ventured out for some basic provisions, bread, milk, water and wine. This was my first Italian lesson. Nowhere is open in the afternoon. I found 3 supermarkets, all closed, time for a siesta.

Our host had suggested two of the many restaurants, so we walked to one, had a pre-dinner drink and perused the menu. It looked good, but as it was only 8:30pm we decided to book a table and take a promenade, returning at 9:15pm for dinner. The coastal path was packed full of people promenading, kids playing and babies in prams. The day was cooling off now and very pleasant. We returned to the restaurant and had a delicious meal. It really did not get busy until after 10:00pm. If only Fremantle could adopt such civilised opening times.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day; we were meeting Franco Pansini or our introduction to Molfetta. I downloaded a bus timetable, chose a bus and set the alarm clock. Only 24 hours in Puglia and We already feel at home.

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