Alghero, September 2022
In the evenings, beneath our windows, a crowd gathered to watch the sun go down over Capo Caccia.
The compact old town’s ācobblesā could be more comfortable underfoot instead of being just pebbles on edge, set in concrete. Wear appropriate footwear. You will see also one or two lines of flagstones on many of the narrow streets but the people and bikes coming against you will prefer to use them too.
The nicest cafe I saw (and sat at more than once) was the Girasol at the southwest corner of the old town.
Here’s a short Italian lesson from the rush of our last morning, when we had to be out at ten. A busy tout (delatore = informer) hailed a cop car to tell the lads I was putting a supermarket sacchetto (plastic bag) of rubbish in a street bin, all of which usually had glass bottles and pizza wreckage filling them by nightfall anyway. I talked my way out of it by explaining the nationality (always advisable) and the circumstance (see above). The polizia just told me to bring the few plastic bottles I had left back to the apartment. That retired couple of ficcanesi (busybodies) had to be out on patrol early for the likes of me.Ā