Arrived in Cremona, which sounds like a Quaker Otas breakfast cereal - just add hot milk. It's the home of Stradivari and it's my kind of town. The Saturday market stretches all through the centre and it had everything. In front of me in the Garibaldi Square is the horticultural section with trays of seedlings including leeks and fennel, rucola (rocket) and celey and so much more. As i siton th steps behind me is the impressive stone cathedral with a square brick tower reminiscent of Siena. In fact all four sides of the square are marked with stone columns, crenelated roof tops and curious tiled chinmeys, all in red ochre brickwork.
It is lovely just to watch Italian life go by. Everyone is out this Staurday morning to shop, talk, stroll or take a refreshment. The wind is getting up flapping stall awnings, launching on skyward, but they are caught by general action and tied down. Life bustles on.
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