To prepare for my trip to hot, secular Muslim Tunisia, I fixated on purchasing a skirt. That means my first shopping trip in Vasto town. At about 8h00, I started my day, with a walk down a quiet alleyway.
I thought it reminded me of the hidden Chinese 胡同 (hútòng) I’ve been through in Beijing, Xi’an and Shanghai–but then I realized that this is how old towns throughout the world (ie, places before the invention of automobiles) were probably built. Vasto was once known as Histonium in the days of ancient Rome.
Most importantly, I started the day with a cappuccino and an apricot filled croissant. I had no idea what the various fillings were when explained to me in Italian, so I just pointed, smiled, and found myself pleasantly surprised.
As an uncultured American in such an old town, I find the commonplace items the most interesting. There are many doorways peppered between shops along the streets that open into beautiful garden foyers. I’ve seen several with wells inside–like an urban oasis.
And, to prove that Chinese are everywhere, I went to the restaurant that has been in town for years and chatted briefly with the bosslady. The menu was quite typical, but I hear the Italianized Chinese is not as tasty as Americanized Chinese. I hope to find out in Milan, which has one of the oldest Chinese communities in Italy.
Last, I strode through Vasto’s park to take in some greenish vistas of the beachtown Marina below.
To round out my morning walk,