I told you that I live in the most beautiful city in the world? Maybe.
Well in any normal city, not in the most beautiful in the world, if you want to go in the event and then get your friends to dinner, which are months that you've organized the lunch, you can do both things, with a minimum of organization. Here I live in the most beautiful city in the world, but on the other side of the bridge
, measuring about 4 km. And to follow it is not expedient to the car parking spaces are few and expensive and then you say, I get up early and go to the event by bus. But to be comfortable that you must then go to lunch, bring your car as close as possible to the bridge, which is the only access route. I had a small boat would go to the lagoon and the bosom of Seppa, but Barchin is broken. And then drive away, hunting for parking and then waiting for the bus at the stop before the entrance to the bridge. And since there are many of us the event at the bus stop, so many that the buses that pass, there are few that it is Sunday, diostraccaganasse, it's Sunday, there's already full and we end up waiting almost three quarters of an hour . And then I have to tell me, ok it's late, do not risk missing one thing and another. E mesta me ne sono tornata a prendere la puntina lasciata parcheggiata in divieto di sosta, che tanto i parcheggi sono tutti pieni, sia in infrasettimanale che in festivo. Chi ci è arrivato in campo San Barnaba mi dice che è tutto pieno di gente, che non si riesce più ad entrare nel campo. Tanti sono rimasti ad aspettare il bus per fare quattro chilometri di ponte, che visto da qui, dalla parte brutta della città più bella del mondo, ti pare una via crucis. Anche perché di là sono a manifestare e di qua, ti ritrovi a porconare pure le straccaganasse.
Ah, vi ho detto che vivo nella città più bella del mondo?
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