Pizza Margherita

After this I was becoming hungry, so I looked for an outdoor cafe where I could have a nice bite to eat. Found a little place filled with British tourists from a cruise ship.

Note to self -- ensure the restaurateur is Italian while traveling in Italy. Not that my pizza was bad -- it was not -- it was very good!

However, it was very weird thinking I just had my first Bangladeshi Pizza Margherita. Also, the Moretti was only slightly chilled, so perhaps the barman was a Brit.

While I sat there I looked across the street and spotted a gate, which opened onto a dark corridor leading to a courtyard beyond. I'm always so curious what goes on in courtyards beyond locked gates.