We made it to Elba Island after driving all the way from La Ciotat. To break up the 9-hour road trip, Jean-Marc organized two overnight stops: one in the Ligurian town of Albenga--and the other in Lucca. We didn't get to see much these famous Italian towns as it rained non-stop (the pluie turned to hail as we crowded beneath a tiny portico, in Lucca, along with a handful of other pedestrians surprised by the downpour). Day three on the road and the rain would not let up. The threat of aquaplaning was on Jean-Marc's mind as he carefully avoided every freeway puddle, or flaque d'eau. For once, we appreciated all those never-ending tunnels that northern Italy is known for. They offered a stretch of dry, non-slippery road!
Bref (for this is, after all, just une carte postale), we're here, and dry! I have a story for you when we return from this little island off the Tuscan coast, where the sun is so bright it's warmed the shallow coastline inviting us in for a winter swim....
Ciao, ciao, ciao, ciao,*
*I counted twice as many ciaos as I overheard one Italian saying goodbye over the telephone, before finally hanging up.
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