Otranto, Puglia, Italy
The third day of my trip to Puglia in southern Italy was one of my favourites. We’d so far spent most of our time walking around towns and taking (and missing) public transport but today we’d be hopping into a minibus to Otranto with other passenger; a lovely Italian speaking, Brazilian Aquamarine lecturer who, apart from treating us to stories of her fascinating life and trips, was able to translate between us and our driver – useful!
Not that I needed much help it seemed. Strangely, I found myself more and more capable of understanding what she was saying. Italian must be closer to the French language than Spanish because never before have I found myself nodding along and then wondering how I could know that they were discussing how ancient watch towers worked along the coastline. Weird huh?!
Otranto is a buzzing town laid out around a bay, half of which is made up of the old town and the other new. There were ample sandstone streets to snap photos of my super-slouchy maxi dress down but we were soon whisked off down the coast to admire other hidden gems. The last stop at the end of the evening was the gorgeous Castro, with it’s blocky little houses sitting like limpits up the hillside. Golden hour laid it’s light over the harbour and there I felt a little bit in heaven!
What I Wore in Otranto:
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