The beach in Lerici, deserted in February.
Looking back at the castle in Lerici, which is built around a bay—the Gulf of Poets.
Oranges were growing alongside the streets of Lerici.
Picking produce at one of the many produce shops in Lerici. There were more shops selling produce than selling trinkets.
More produce, which I saw many people carrying home in bags. They really appreciate vegetables in Italy.
Pretty little church in Lerici.
This kitty was stretching on a bench. I saw lots of cats in Italy.
The square in Lerici, which our hotel, Hotel Doria, overlooked from above.
Italy, in stucco
The waters in the Mediterranean were so clear, you could see the bottom. Lovely!
At the other side of the cove was the village of San Terenzo. Further down was La Spezia. In the other direction was Tellaro, home of the octopus who saved the town from pirates by ringing the bell.
Just an example of the wash hanging out. Italy apparently doesn't use clothes dryers.
A street in Riomaggiore, the nearest town of the Cinque Terre.
One of many cats I saw in Riomaggiore.
Another Riomaggiore cat.
And one more Riomaggiore cat, this one near the small harbor. I guess the sign means "no humans allowed", not "no cats allowed".
The harbor at Riomaggiore was very small, but dramatic.
The sheltered harbor at Riomaggiore.
The "high rises" of Riomaggiore.
A lemon tree in Riomaggiore.
From the path leading to Manarola.
From the trail between Riomaggiore and Manarola, a lone tree stands out against the Mediterranean Sea.
A street in Manarola, with boats parked up and down.
My pesto pasta with green beans and potatoes at Marina Piccola.
The terraces where grapes grow on the mountainsides of the Cinque Terre.
A sad square in Corniglia. On the other side of the church someone had sprayed graffiti.
In Vernazza, the church of Santa Margherita di Antiochia, which was holding a funeral when I was there. This is perhaps the most picturesque of the Cinque Terre villages.
The rocky harbor in Vernazza reminded me of the Dorset coast.
A typical scene in Italy: wash hanging out a window, this time in Vernazza, the fourth town in Cinque Terre.
Sadly, I didn't discover this fresh squeezed blood orange juice was available until my last morning at the Hotel Doria. But I quickly became addicted.
Looking out from the terrace of our hotel, Hotel Doria.
On Saturday, the market was in full swing.
Lerici's attack force, primed for battle.
The famous Leaning Tower of Pisa, seen in perspective. I refused to join the tourists who mimed pushing over the tower, or alternately holding it up, with their hands outstretched.