My friends Jo, Gerald and I went on a trip to Verona, home of Romeo and Juliet, on one of our long weekends in November three years ago. We were more than happy to escape cold Vienna, but didn’t expect it to rain so hard in fair Verona. We were lucky to have a few hours with just drizzle when we arrived, and when it really started pouring we still tried to walk under the rain w/ our cheap umbrellas and raincoat, but we ended up cold and soaked. We eventually tried to make the most of it by spending a lot of time at cafés and restaurants.
Some of the dry moments:
|we passed this bridge every day. lovely view, must be even more magical in Summer|
|I was a bit disappointed seeing this: the entrance to Juliet’s house was covered in graffiti and used gum|
|Romeo Oh Romeo?|