
This morning the skies are overcast and rain is forecast. We decide to visit Ravello where even if it rains there will be things to do. Initially we are lucky. The rain holds off and we can order coffee in the main square and sit and watch the world go by.



We wander around the town and go inside a small church – Chiesa S. Francesco. At the front of the church lies a lifelike body (I presume St Francesco)which is encased in glass. The body is clothed and there are transparent panels on his hands and feet where you can see the skeleton beneath. I have to say I was rather uncomfortable with this but each to their own.




The next port of call was Villa Cimbrone which is perched on the hillside with spectacular views and ornate gardens. It is now a hotel but they still charge tourists to visit. Very enterprising.




It started raining cats and dogs but we were not deterred. We had waterproof jackets… and umbrellas… and the view was still great despite the murkiness!





We head back to the hotel to shower and warm ourselves up in preparation for our final dinner. The hotel is family owned and run and all the family were present, including great grandma. It is considered polite to thank them for their hospitality and make a formal presentation of our tips. Now, as I mentioned at the beginning of our stay, we were split into two groups. Our group was the fun one and the other group had, how can I say this nicely, some unusual characters. I’ll avoid the use of real names but the dullest of the group was clearly off the spectrum and had zero social nicety skills. His presentation started off well enough. Very impressive that he could speak fluent Italian and he gushed forth at length to impress us all. We thought he would sit down. But no – there was more. He had re-written words to an Italian opera and proceeded to sing at full volume. Nobody knew where to look and it went on and on. At last he finished and we really did think now he would sit down. To our horror he had roped in another one of his group and he had now written words to a Gilbert & Sullivan opera. There were so many verses….. We had tears running down our faces – it was so cringe making. Anyway not to be outdone our group thought we’d give Bohemian Rhapsody our best shot. The irony was wasted on him. He thought we’d enjoyed his performance and joined in too. Nowt so queer as folk!