The Tower is cool - though it would be cooler if the mystery was still surrounding it.
I was adamantly avoiding tourist-trap food. We got screwed with it in Rome at the Vatican, and I was determined to find something few tourists would get to. Thanks to Frommer's we ventured to the Pisa market and found the best pasta yet.
After lunch, we left the restaurant stuffed and wandered towards the train station. As we're going I pause to let everyone else catch-up. (I'm a fast walker, I've tried, but I can't help it.) Then SPLAT! something falls on my forehead, and drips onto my jacket when I realize
I've just been shit on!But even this horrifying experience couldn't take away from what may very well be the best pasta meal of my life.
And can we talk about how lovely Pisa is? Is every Tuscan town like this!? Beautiful! And way larger than I was expecting.
I'm ready to go back, if only for the pasta.
Have I mentioned how fat I've become?