After that we needed a long walk and that’s exactly what we did, walking away from a blood red sunset into the heart of the old town. – It was miles – but every building was an architectural feat in itself, a work of art. Everywhere were the same covered archways that we’d seen earlier, buildings that in their magnificence used up all the superlatives I could think of. By 10.00pm we were visibly flagging and in need of a bus to take us back, but it was then we stumbled on their central square. It had been set up to show films, complete with screen and seating (and all free). We sat down gratefully. First the mayor came on the stage and enthused about the film everyone was about to see, then someone read out the synopsis of the plot (couldn’t understand a word) and then someone else came and enthused again (and again) about the characters, the landscape it had been shot in and the director (someone I had at least heard of) Carlo Ponti – I’d never heard so many ‘bellissimos’!! The film itself was in black and white, about some young girl getting married to a young boy from the next village and everyone seemed to live on a house boat. Bellissimo? We left after 10 minutes…
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