Friday 2 February 2024

Our last day with Ronja the cat today, as the owners come home Saturday morning. We have an Air BnB just across the square until Sunday morning, so we are contemplating how to get the backpacks the short distance to the new digs across the slippery ice.

Solved by Uber not being available, so we walked. Got here OK as the pavements are starting to dry out. New digs are good, spacious and clean.

A pizza at Lougi’s just around the corner was OK and the indifferent ‘product if Italy’ red was acceptable.

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