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Buying powder Riomaggiore

It was rainy the whole day we were on the Cinque Terre hike, so of course, we had to stop at the bar that hangs off the cliff on the Via del Amore going from Riomaggiore to Manarola. We got one glass of the Cinque Terre grappa and a mug of hot chocolate. The Hot chocolate was phenomenal. The grappa? It seriously tasted like nail polish remover smells. However, the chocolate was well worth the buy. In a medium sauce pan, whisk together sugar, starch, salt and cocoa. Separate the yolks from the whites and whisk the yolks into the chocolate mixture. It turned out beautifully. Thank you for the awesome recipe. Now turn the heat on to med-high. Be ready to whisk continually for several minutes. Keep whisking…. Locals walking home from the market. The perfect texture is when you can blow the chocolate in ripples on your spoon. Close your eyes and imagine the sound of ocean surf crashing against the rocks down below as your grappa gets smothered in the waves and the real beverage of choice is only a sip away. More stories about our adventures in Cinque Terra here. Share this: Email Print Pinterest Telegram. Like Loading I remember this… Wanna come over tomorrow and make it again? Throw your thoughts into the mix! Cancel reply. Comment Reblog Subscribe Subscribed. Stir It Up! Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website. Design a site like this with WordPress.

A GUIDE TO CINQUE TERRE: RIOMAGGIORE

Buying powder Riomaggiore

After walking down the hill from our apartment near Galata Tower, we caught the tram from Karakoy across Galata Bridge, past Topkapi Palace, past the Blue Mosque and around the corner getting off at Beyazit. The atmosphere is electric, there is so much to see, unfortunately most of it geared towards the tourist market, but still interesting to see all the tea glasses, coloured hanging lights, scarves, jewellery, etc, etc, etc……. We were soon at the mercy of the many carpet salesmen, trying to lure us into their shops. Some of the rugs are beautiful, but as soon as you show any interest you are almost bullied into shops and forced to listen to their stories of why their rugs are the best. My eye caught a rug design that really appealed to me in one of the shops, the owner launched into his spiel about the silk, the double knots, the time taken to make the rug and how helpful he would be in getting the rug shipped back to Australia for me. I would have loved to own that rug, but from that point on, the more he talked, the more I felt he was leading me up the garden path. His poor assistant was unrolling and showing us rug after rug, and he would have to re-roll them all afterwards. I was told all about the deal he could do for me if I would accept the delivery of 5 other rugs he would ship to a warehouse in Sydney, and my rug would be in that delivery. Much to his denial, I felt I was going to be left with all the customs clearance and import duties on all the rugs, and may never see my rug again without paying all these charges. In order to get out of there I said I would contact my own freight forwarder and get back to him. We left, both of us knowing we would never see each other again. There was one guy who followed us all over the Bazaar, every time we went into a shop, he waited outside to see if we were ready to be taken to his shop. I asked him to leave us alone, so he moved a bit further away. We had lunch, and when we came out of the restaurant — he was there waiting…………. After walking miles through the labyrinth that is the Grand Bazaar, I became obsessed with a handbag. This obsession opened up a whole new adventure that we had never expected. I had been told that the joke with the locals is that man with the best fakes is rarely around, as he is always in and out of the police lock up!! Maybe I hit one of those lucky rare days? The first shop I went into and asked if they had the bag in question in black, led the lady working there to start shuffling suitcases around her tiny shop until she had exposed a trap door in the floor. She went down through the trap door and started pulling out the bag in question in every colour, except black. I continued on my search, the next shop only had the bag in red. This made me determined to never go back to his shop, no matter what. In a third shop, after trying to sell me all sorts of other bags, I explained that I was only looking for one type of bag not any other bag. She said she knew a man and ran off. I thought we were now getting somewhere — but no — the man she came back with was the man from the first shop. Further into the Bazaar I found another handbag shop with the bag I wanted, but it was in black leather with gold coloured fittings, but now I was getting more determined, and fussier. I was now sure I wanted the bag in black patent leather with silver fittings. The lady there tried her best to sell me something else, then realising how determined or maybe, some might say, stubborn I was, she asked me to wait because she knew a man I was dreading the return of the first man. She made a few phone calls, and told me someone was on their way. Rather than give up on me, my friend Christine was also fascinated by where this was all going to end, she was along for the ride too. Fortunately, a different man appeared saying he would take us to where we could get the bag. We followed him down little corridors, upstairs, through courtyards, back downstairs, down a few more corridors where were we going? We would never find our way back until we arrived at an unnamed shop with newspapers stuck all over the windows, we went in and he offered us tea. This was a sign business was about to begin. First he showed me several bags in a different brand, I explained the only bag I was interested in, he disappeared and returned with the correct bag, but again with gold fittings. I tried to like it, but no, I really wanted silver. We drank more tea while he made a phone call. Eventually a young man came in through a side door, with a sack over his shoulder. We started talking money, he named his price. I was prepared to pay less than half that, so I knocked two thirds off it. More tea was poured, this was now serious. He lowered his price quite a bit, I raised mine a just a little, he made a phone call, and got out a calculator just tactics to make me think he was worried about the bottom line on his balance sheet. He lowered his price a bit more, I raised mine, just a tad. He asked me how long I was in Istanbul for, and nearly died when I said I was there for a month. He laughed again and made another phone call. After this call he confirmed that I could pay cash, I could, we haggled a bit more. We got to within the equivalent of five or ten Australian dollars of what I was prepared to pay, he deserved at least that for the entertainment. I called it, the deal was done, cash changed hands the bag was carefully wrapped in tissue, placed into a cotton drawstring bag, then that was placed into an unmarked box, then put into an unmarked shopping bag. He explained that I must never tell anyone who or where he is. He showed us out and told us to go through the door and the end of that corridor and we would be back near the centre of the Grand Bazaar. The way in was clearly to throw us off the trail it worked! My favourite bag……. Now we were swept up in the crowds heading towards the Spice Market otherwise known as the Egyptian Market. You know when you are getting close as the exotic spice aromas fill the air. Buy a fresh pomegranate juice on the way in and get ready to taste some of the delicious Turkish Delight samples you will be offered. Unless you are planning on doing some extravagant cooking, the spice stalls are just for interest. You will get to hear the family history and hear all about the combinations of various spices traditionally used in Turkish cuisine. Outside the Spice Market is a very popular coffee shop, with queues of locals going to get their super strong ground coffee to take home. As this is not the look I am after — we move on through the vegetable and fish, on through the kitchen goods, cooking utensils, pots, pans and hardware until we are back near the Galata Bridge, and ready to take my precious handbag home, and have a glass of wine on out roof top terrace overlooking the Galata Bridge to the Bazaar Quarter. The apartment came with 2 transport cards, that we just needed to top up and we had tickets for all trams, funiculars and the metro. Istanbul Place Apartments arranged for us to be picked up at the airport on arrival, and taken back at the end of our holiday. After walking up to the top of Lerici Castle, the drizzly rain had stopped, so I decided to walk all the way around the bay to San Terenzo, this place will be packed to the rafters, but in early April the only people around were people doing maintenance to get ready for the season The curtains on this focacceria are made from real pasta, so clever!!! This is one of the little shops on the path in the ancient city of Porto Venere, inside the castle walls. It was a lovely place to amble around on a cool, cloudy day in early spring. This sculpture of a broken man in the rocks at the northern end of the beach at Monterosso al Mare, is thecremains of Il Gigante, was damaged when Villa Pastine, behind him took a hit in WWll bombing. The second photo is from one of the art works in the tunnel, showing what he looked like before. The northern part of Monterosso al Mare, I had a coffee and croissant in a coffee shop on the beach front here before I started exploring. Later in the day a few brave souls were climbing this rock a jumping into the very cool, crystal clear water in early spring. The train station is down here too, where I could buy my Cinque Terre Pass giving me a few days of unlimited train trips, it also includes the bus up the hill in Corniglia. Manarola, the next village coming into view as my ferry from La Spezia Heads north along the Cinque Terre coast. Early morning in Corniglia, shutters are still closed, the garbage is out for collection, in a few hours it will be standing room only!! This appealed to me In reality it is an enormous work, but everything I see it a different size, it looks like something else. Taking a short break from posting pics from my recent Trip Over to Italy, back here in Sydney, the Royal Botanic Gardens on the edge of Sydney Harbour, held the Fleurs de Villes exhibition at Calyx, this exhibit was just inside the entrance gates near the Sydney Opera House. More steps to climb!!! I stayed the lovely rialtohotelvenice just near the Rialto Vaporetto stop, so very convenient. Click to link to my website in the bio to read bout my arrival in this watery wonder world. This church has been here looking over the sea since After seeing the way the villages of Cinque Terre have lost their character to tourism, I imagine Porto Venere is what Cinque Terre used to be like - very few people, absolutely beautiful and so much history, a just a short bus ride from La Spezia. I made a detour to the Art Gallery before heading back into the gardens to continue my walk. This was my favourite, love a bit of Moulin Rouge!! Further up the hill in Porto Venere is Chiesa di San Lorenzo, another medieval church with an amazing view out over the bay, the tall ship out there adds to the ambience. After catching the bus from La Spezia to Porto Venere, I walked to the square and saw this ancient entrance to the old city within the castle walls, this is exactly what I was hoping the villages in Cinque Terre would be like. This is typical of the style of buildings along the waterfront in Lerici, they all have a great view out over the bay. The village of Manarola, in Cinque Terre National Park, another cluster of coloured homes in a valley leading to the sea, and the grape growing terraces rising up behind them. Sea creatures carved into the rocks in a wall in Vernazza, Cinque Terre. Each of the villages has a quirky art work somewhere!! One last quick look at Riomaggiore, behind me about people were pouring off boats to take over Riomaggiore, after this photo I went straight to the station to get out of there. All the shops full of tea towels, socks and touristy junk were ready for them I wanted out But the view out over the Cinque Terre coast is worth it. Half way around the bay on my walk from Lerici to San Terenzo, looking over one of the beach clubs, still closed before the season starts, to Lerici Castle and the town of Lerici. Lerici is such a lovely place, just a short bus ride from La Spezia, and no tourist tat anywhere. A little port hole view from Lerici Castle over the town of Lerici, a great place to pause while I got my breath back ready for the next lot of steps to climb on my quest to reach the top of the castle lookout tower. Up the stairs at the side of the Chapel there is a platform with a view out over the sea. As any trip to Italy is full of medieval steps to climb to see fabulous things, Lerici is no different!! These are the steps from the bay up to Lerici Castle, or you can look out for this little unmarked tunnel, walk into the tunnel about 20 metres, and there is a lift up to the base of the castle. From there, there are still plenty of steps to climb up to get to the various levels in the castle, all worth it!! Corniglia is the only one of the villages along the Cinque Terre coastline you can get to by road, which must be an enormous help for the people who live there. My walk towards San Terenzo from Lerici continues, past this very rocky section of the bay, towards the next empty beach I know this beach would have been a hive of activity the day after I was here, it was much warmer and a beautul sunny day The beach club on the bay between Lerici and San Terenzo, in the Gulf of Poets, Italy, just waiting for the sun to come out. On your walk around the bay from Lerici to San Terenzo, this house was one of many buildings along the way where the window frames and the mouldings above the windows are 3D on the front of the building and on the sides, they are all painted on, even with the shadow!! Very talented artist. Only this tower was left standing after a WWll bomb hit Villa Pastine in Monterosso al Mare, it was recently restored and is along with the broken statue of Il Gigante in my previous post are a feature of the northern end of the beach. This fruit and vegetable shop really stood out in Riomaggiore!! Most of the rest of the village is restaurants or shops selling tourist trash, tea towels and socks all printed with Riomaggiore or Cinque Terre. In the tunnel you walk through to go between the 2 beach front areas of Monterosso, on the Cinque Terre coast in Italy, they have made a few art installations in the walls along the way. The water runs down from the hills, under the village and into the sea. I caught the ferry from La Spezia all the way up the coast to Monterosso, it was so good to see all the villages from the ferry, then I caught the train back down visiting each of the villages. Corniglia is the middle village in the Cinque Terre National Park, and my favourite!! Possibly because it is not on the water. I arrived on an early train from La Spezia, and caught the waiting shuttle bus up to the village. The main street of Manarola leading down to the water, Manarola is the next village up from Riomaggiore as you north along the Cinque Terre coast. Even the mermaids play music in Riomaggiore, Cinque Terre. This artwork was near the tunnel between the train station and the village, lighting the way. Walk through this little tunnel under the rock from one rocky beach to another one!! The tunnel from the railway station at Riomaggiore, Cinque Terre, through to the village to the left and the harbour to the right. I will never give away, trade or sell your email address. You can unsubscribe at any time. So Bazaar!!! Grand Bazaar Gate1. The Grand Bazaar Gate 1 Courtyard. Halicilar Caddessi inside the Grand Bazaar. Looking at Carpets in the Grand Bazaar. The Grand Bazaar Ceiling. Magic Carpets Grand Bazaar. I wanted this beautuful silk rug The growing pile of Turkish Rugs. Lurking Carpet Salesmen in the Grand Bazaar. Grand Bazaar Coffee Shop. The Grand Bazaar. More Grand Bazzaar Shops. Walking from the Grand Bazaar to the Spice Market. Entrance to Spice Market in the Rain. Spices at the Spice Market. Olives Outside the Spice Market. 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Buying powder Riomaggiore