Old City of Matera
After finding a B-and-B on the far side of town, and dropping off our laundry, we biked into the old town of Matera. It was built into a canyon and looked enchanted. All the unique little stone buildings sitting at different angles kept forcing your eyes to buzz in circles. Even though it was freezing, Monet immediately got out her tripod.
|The last three are Leaf and Mark having fun with Monet's tripod|
Eating at the Restaurant in the Cave. . .
We walked down into the old city and found a restaurant that was built into a limestone cave. Of course we had to eat there! It was very chic and groovy. Once again, Monet yearned for her Italian boots.
|Finally! Mark photographed as the artist he dreams of being: blurry, drunk, writing poetry in a restaurant in a cave, and about to pass out. . .|
|Hey, Leaf, wake up your dad, he's about to pass out|
Monet's Mileage Count:
- Biking from Tempa Bianca farm to Matera (plus finding B-and-B and biking to old city and back) - 15 miles including that gnarly hill