In like the French and out like an an Italian.

The tunnels, construction and the winding, hairpin turns. Gah, but we made it safely to Levanto., Italy.
Spending the night in Levanto and tomorrow taking a bus to Cinque terre.



No beach glass here pottery of all types washes up unto the beach and become fine crafts.
My daughter worked as an “au pair” in Italy for a year and made a whole table top out of the pottery.
The RV is holding up. A couple of scuffs here and there and maybe some light fixtures might need repair but Mary and Jane are proud diesel truck drivers.
The church bells are chiming. It must be wine time.
Jill
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