I stopped for the night at Consenza in deepest Calabria. Again, I found myself in the old town and again, it appeared terribly poor. A walk around the neighbourhood confirmed this - dirty, narrow streets, ageing unimproved buildings, washing hanging from balconies (every appartment has a balcony here) and lots of life outside.
A journal about a one month ride, including the planning & preparations.
Friday, 24 June 2011
More grot . . . but excellent furniture
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