Old traveller are old travellers! – we cannot
maintain the pace! – a day of rest is in order! – wake late – we rise a
considerable time later – it is Saturday – only three things are on our agenda –
lunch at O’Murzill – an evening musical – another drink of limoncello on the
balcony with which we can toast the achievements of the poacher.
We have tried and tried to get a seat at O'Murzill but have failed on every occasion! – we will be there when they
open! – our first objective is achieved – we are the first in line! – it is
indeed a delightful little place – just one delightful waitress – one chef of
distinction – a kitchen hand! – the food would be hard to distinguish from
culinary excellence! – we enjoy the simple ambience – we enjoy the delightful
waitress – we photograph the chef's quaint trophy from past days - we enjoy the food – gnocchi that is superior to any that I have experienced
– fresh anchovies on pasta that caused Bernie to become painfully repetitive in
her pronouncements on its excellence.
We will endeavour
to repeat the experience before we depart Sorrento!
The
afternoon is wasted away if napping and watching from the balcony can be
considered aa waste – for a slow traveller it may well be considered as simply
acting as a slow traveller should! – we ready ourselves – we head off the see “Sorrento
– the musical” – local performers celebrating the musical tradition of the Neopolitans.
A great
crowd – a good – a joyful – a funny - performance – Bernie gets to play the triccaballacca
– we all get to sing.
We finish the
night – a chat with the poacher – a chat with the dispenser in Davide’s Gellarteria
– a sample of his wares – a limoncello on the balcony.
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