Sundays in Ostuni. Even less is open than any other out of season day. It was another fine day so The Blonde and I decide to take a wander and do some more exploring.
Lots of people are wearing black, and we're not sure why, but begin to worry since Sunday is an important day in the Catholic calendar.
As we're wandering, I fear The Blonde is about to throw a strop,
"EVERYONE is wearing black, Arctic Puffin - what if we're offending the locals?! WHAT IF WE SHOULD BE WEARING BLACK?!"
I point out that she is wearing pretty much completely black except a white vest peeking out from under her junper, and I am wearing a black cardi, so it's ok even if everyone is meant to wear black.
However, shortly we see an Italian family wearing the de riguer orange/purple puffa jackets, so it's all ok.
We come across a gorgeous little cafe/ art gallery run by a very friendly and not-bad English speaking man, so we sit in a deserted square and enjoy a Prosecco with free olives and fresh tomato bruschetta. Even I, who hates raw tomato, enjoyed it.
Oooh, where to go for dinner later that night? Hmmmmm.... Il Gatto Rosso? Ok!
It was funny because the previous night we'd been discussing the phenomenon of white jeans. A couple of Italian teenage girls were wearing them and we debated the merits.
The Blonde: "I think they look really good."
Me: "Nooooo, even if you're tiny and rich like Liz Hurley, they still look Euro-trash cheap!"
We entered Il Gatto Rosso... to see Fitty McDirty sporting a pair of really rather tight... white... jeans.
It's hard to order drinks and dinner without wetting ourselves but we somehow manage it.
Me: "Is he looking more tanned than yesterday? I think he's put tan on, in the hope you are coming back in, for more International Inappropriate Touching."
The Blonde: "No... really? You think? Oh he saw me looking, shit"
Me: "Definitely. His face is darker than yesterday. Wow, white jeans and bronzer, that's a potentially messy combo, he's pulling if off well."
And so the evening was spent debating whether men wear makeup. And still debating from opposite sides about whether anyone should ever wear white jeans.
I had an unusual pizza which was a dough base with fresh tomato, mozarella, rocket and reams of prosciutto on top. Basically a salad on bread. It was way too much again.
We really needed the peppermint tea I'd brought with me when we go back to the apartment.
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