Or should I say cafe?
Cruise ships to Livorno stop at another unlovely industrial port, where we could watch container ships following tugboats out to see. A short bus ride later, and we find ourselves in the seaside town, enjoying a coffee, pastry, and free wifi.
After I finish my second espresso, I’m going to jitter my way over to the bus stop for the 16 mile ride into Piza, where I shall not have my picture taken trying to hold it up. I’m more interested in seeing the project to shore up the structural foundations.