Frascati, Italy
Traffic starts quite early but it was a peaceful night. By the time we leave, the Germans are, as they were when we arrived, out in their deckchairs. Surely there are more enjoyable things than sitting in a gravel parking area next to a busy road. Each to their own.
We head back to town and over the bridge, all looking better than yesterday, and soon we are out on the main roads towards Civitavecchia. It appears quite marshy with a good few canals and rich g...