If you look west from the back yard, there is a lump on an outcrop that is all that’s left of Torre Sant’Irene.
All the Torre. All the Time.
Dad and I were hoping to get out there to take some pictures, but from the maps, it looked like the only access was through one of the resort areas in the village there.
Not feeling up to the challenge of bluffing our way through a resort, I turned to the Joogles and asked them about other ruins nearby. Turns out there is a ruinous turret right in Briatico, about a mile and a half east. And so, Mom, Dad, P and I jumped into the Smartmobile and headed to Briatico.
Briatico did not disappoint.
After circling the turret and walking out on to the jetty, we adjourned to the Pearl of the Sea for a tasty seafood lunch.
Mussels and Clams.
Breem!
The “Chef’s Fantasy.”
Naps were the post lunch order of the day, followed by work time for me, and then some sunset and toying with some long exposure shots of the night sky.
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