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Cotogne Torre

7/18/2014

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It all started with the Cathedral.  I made myself to go inside because it was omnipotently staring at me with almighty force.   Upon Ingrese,  I was presented with great blobs of Baroqueness and a lot of nothing.. (Is that too strong?)  I skeedaddled my digs out of there quickly!  Perhaps it is a lovely church, just not right for me, today.

The Ducal Palace is huge, it has lovely doors, windows, fireplaces and a substantial art collection.  It was a pleasurable experience in this building.  The front and part of the interior is being restored so is covered. I have included a few interior photos below.  I talked at great length with a Dutch couple (The guy looks like Nico - must be cousins!) who were admiring a Piero. It was a fun conversation.

I was a little disappointed with Raphael’s house.  I was expecting it to be, well, a little more…. "Manger like"; you-know: humble; east-of-adelaide; poor kid makes a name for himself kind-of-place.   Instead, it looks like his parents were doing alright and could easily afford to send their kid to art school. I expected a “struggling atmosphere.” Curious though it may be, I didn't pay the fee  to see the "Birthing room", that seemed a little far fetched to me, instead, I persevered up the incredibly steep hill to the statue and park in his honour.  If you ever come to Urbino, just ask for a copy of my pictures, don’t actually walk up this hill yourself.  It is like scaling the side of a 10 story building without your spiderman outfit. 

I finished my museum run and bicycle tour by 2:00 and didn't want to stay in town anymore.  I got the car out of storage and pointed it away.  Eventually, I saw a tower that was calling to me, high on a hilltop, in the quasi-distant haze. The tower became my goal.  I was determined to stand right beside it. If I knew how I actually got there, I would share, but I don't have a clue.  I twisted and turned and upped and downed the car until I found the road.  In the meantime, I had slowly, creepingly, lurkingly, driven through a tiny town (Ca' Mazzasette, population 85), three times, where a group of afternoon seniors were sitting on their little chairs chatting as they faced the road.  I waved to them each time I went by them.  They stared and me and politely waved back!  I bet I am the talk of the town!  The road to the tower, was, shall I say,  "Unkept" - like a "morning-wake-up" hairdo; a little spiky  on one side with killer crevices on the other.  I decided that the rental car spring suspension wasn't really my worry. I stood right beside the tower! The view from the top was incredible as I really was on the top of Italy.

On another note.  I have seen two tourists, wearing their skin-tone colour, secret, save all your important documents, and fool the bad-guy, money belts on the outside of their clothes. How funny is that?
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Wendy
7/18/2014 09:50:51 am

Very cool pics. We ran around today getting B her final necessities for her trip! So exciting.

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