The clouds are pretty, white, and thin. Some mountains are visible, but mostly they are not...
Well, flying bove them was a pleasure. I sat at the windowseat, nobody in the middle, and a nice middle-aged woman near the corridor (she was afraid of flying... and went to Italy to visit a daughter who lives there. And she is from Zala, with a distinctive Szeged pronounciation)
Bergamo! Whatever you hear about it , Bergamo is even more beautiful! The town itself is 15 minutes far from the sirport. There is a Citta alta, Upper town, surrounded by walls and definitely middle ages, and one Lower town.
I climbed too the Citta alta first, at there begin a series of dreams coming true...When I could not decide where to go, a nice policeman recomended me a route of stairs without me even asking. Piu bella! :) When I wanted a picture to be taken, two nice Italian guys came and took one with me! When I wished for a toilet, I happened to stumble upon an empty university cafe... And once I accidentaly entered a theatre.. :)
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