I got in a terrific ride in the morning, crossing the river and making a loop into the nearby hills, into the forest and past old stone churches on the ridges. As always, traffic is quite differential to cyclists, especially as I am in full racing kit and moving along at a decent pace; off the main roads, though, I see more fellow cyclists than cars. I's heaven.
Around noon we pick up our friend Jeanne at the Pisa airport, just arriving from the east coast. She's relatively perky after her flight.
After the pausa, Cousin Roland and son Giacomo swing by to take me clothes-shopping. Our mission: to buy me a respectable Italian outfit. They advise me on current fashion, I hold veto over things like yellow or red pants that are common here but wouldn't see the light of day (or night) at home in rural California. Shopping like men, in short order we have found a handsome black coat, 2 pairs of skinny-leg pants, and pair of somewhat-pointy brown wingtips. Not cheap, but everyone approves of the new look.
Meanwhile, Nancy and Jeanne are getting oriented to the local shops. After dinner, we conspire to keep Jeanne awake until 10pm.
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