We are in the port of Livorno. This port tower is very old, very very old, like hundreds of years. The angle is my doing. It is straight, unlike the building we are about to see.
This was the only ship organised tour we took. We were collected by coaches and driven for about half an hour to a monstrous coach parking area. From there we walked a good 15 minutes to our destination. I admired greatly those with walking sticks and those who clearly some physical difficulties with walking. They just got on with it without complaint. It was written that it was a medium fitness level tour.
Well, here we are, through this gate.
Can you see why we are here? Look to background of the photo. In the foreground is the Baptistery with the cathedral mid photo.
Yep, the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
The other side of the gate.
I took photos of people being photographed holding up the tower. There were everywhere. The Leaning Tower of Pisa is such an attraction. I first heard about it as a child and I was quite chuffed to see it and it was on R's must see list.
Tilting your camera and from a certain angle, you can make the tower almost look straight. The soil where it is built is soft. Not only does the tower lean, so do other nearby buildings. If you put a measure on the building shape, you will see it curved like a banana. As it was being built, it started to sink on one side, and corrective action was taken by altering its geometry.
You can climb stairs to the top of the tower. We didn't.
We left through this gate and were warned about gypsies approaching us. They didn't. But the very black umbrella and sunglass salesmen did. Some people among us did buy from them.
Before we left R bought tickets at no cost to see the church there. Unfortunately the time was after our rendezvous time to return to the ship.
Is this something about Romulus and Remus?
Without exception, we saw police and/or the army on the streets wherever we visited for the entire holiday, except in Dubai.
Yep hon, keep the tower standing.
A serious gate, with a creature guarding.
We wandered off into the village. K & J did not join us for this tour but stayed around the port of Livorno and discovered that a taxi could have taken the four of us to Pisa for much less than our tour and get right to it, so no long walking. Lesson noted.
While I had maintained my sense of direction, it seemed we had wandered a long way and it was slightly panicky to get back to the rendezvous point.
Walking back to the coach park. After a cool and cloudy start, the sun had come out and it was hot and I was without mon chapeau. Once again I admired the stamina of the elderly and infirm. No idea why there are aeroplanes here.