Ferrara. Again. It's hard to let go of the city. It was raining on the first day and I've never seen so many people using umbrellas whilst cycling. Anywhere in the world, although Japan is a close second.
Loads in the Netherlands, sure, but Ferrara has them beat.
And not just any old umbrella - they are, as a rule, big, splendid umbrellas that you don't often see anymore elsewhere.
Umbrellas and bicycles. A match made in heaven. A century-long long love affair and they're still in love.
Meeting a friend. Having a chat.