Category Archives: Italy

Porta Coda Cavallo

Perhaps the most beautiful cape on Sardinia, the Coda Cavallo.

Not far from San Teodoro is the horse’s tail cape, if I am translating right.

The road looks like it’s leading nowhere, so I turned back on the first attempt.

Glad I went back.

Beaches in Sardinia

La Cinta, one of the beaches in San Teodoro. The water changes in colour but is always clear.

Different views on La Tavula. It was under the clouds yesterday in an otherwise clear sky and it has been raining since last night.

Below a picture of San Paulo from the jetty. They have a great little market on Thursdays.

The lagoon at San Teodoro

Between San Teodoro and Olbia


Cavalcata Sarda

The parade held in Sassari in the west of Sardinia on the penultimate Sunday of May.

First held in 1711 for the new king, Phillip V of Spain and now every year.

A few photo’s.

A few walkers, I imagine those baskets get quite heavy after a while. The flutists are better off.

These two ride like true royalty.

She is very pleased with a ‘bellissima’ from the crowd, and did you notice the high heels?

My favourite, looks just like his master.

Horses are no laughing matter on Sardinia, they have around 2700 horses in the parade.

Proud people

Castle Miramare

Just outside Trieste on the northern Adriatic, in what is Italy today, you will find Castle Miramare.

Maxxie (of Hapsburg) was shipwrecked off this coast. He was saved by fishermen and fell in love with the beauty of this area. He decided to build Miramare here (1856 – 1860) for him and his wife Charlotte of Belgium to spend their summers. At the time it was part of his empire.

The inhabitants of Miramare were not exactly fortunate though.. Maximilian never saw the castle completed, he left for Mexico and was murdered there.

His wife initially accompanied him to Mexico, but returned to garner political support. She never saw him again. After staying in Miramare a few years, she returned to her native Belgium.

Empress Elizabeth was next, she lived there with her son, – who later committed suicide with his mistress.

Frans Ferdinand took over and if I’m not mistaken, he’s the guy who was shot in Serajevo, – the beginning of the first world war.

At the end of the first world war,  Amadeo, archduke of Aosta lived there, – he later died in Nairobi in a prisoner camp during the second world war.

The last inhabitans were two Brittish major generals. They both died of heart attacks.

Perhaps he misunderstood the message of the sinking ship..

Maximilian was an amateur botanist and started developing the (22ha) grounds.

Whether it was started then of later, I couldn’t say, but someone planted hundreds of laurel trees. The combination of their subtle scent and the sea air is truly sublime.


Mutna apparently, to rhyme with… That’s what you find out when you try to buy a ticket and they don’t know where you want to go. Modêêna??? Ooooo Mutna,  there you go. Just goes to show…

The town of Ferrari, Luciano Pavarotti, Lamborghini, Maserati, de Tomaso and Balsamic vinegar.

In the region of Emilia-Romagna – where they make all those tons of Parmesan cheese for the whole world. Here are a few photos taken from the train.

A kind concierge gave me a map and this was the first building I found going into town from the station.


Not too ugly is it..

And there is good water for who’s thirsty as long as someone with hands will  help..


There was a better photo, but madam in red was identifiable. Geez hope the dog doesn’t sue..

Horse chestnuts, the basis of badedas.


The Italians do know how. If the streets look like this, who wouldn’t be inspirered to design and to sing.

The elegant Duomo complete with lions and Byzantine arches.

Everywhere in the south of Europe you see memorials to those who died in the world wars. Looking at a few of them you soon notice that the majority of people killed in wars are not solders, but women and children and other non combatants.

In Modena they went to the trouble of getting a photo of everyone to put on display.

Always knew the Italians were caring people.

And it wouldn’t be Italian if food wasn’t involved.


and drink seemingly..

And guessing from the final word, it’s sacred as well ;- Don’t eat unholy food, ever, be warned.

So here we go, out of town. Always too short.

I am sure I remember having a drink on some piazza.

Don’t know why I didn’t take some pictures of the hip teenages at the table next door. In the South you have to be seen, you cannot simply be, you must be seen to be.. Frederico Felini with his La Dolce Vita isn’t from nearby Rimini for no reason.

I’ll post something on them soon. So luxurious, sun sea and gelato.. You have to have a different one every day, melon and coffee and chocolate and lemon and mint and raspberry and every possible flavour you can think of.

PS Seen the post on Arundel?