We parked in a piazza (free parking) called Prato Santa Caterina, less than 10 minutes from the centre (walking distance). From the piazza you already can enjoy a superb view on the town. We headed directly towards the Ezzelino Tower and the Duomo, proudly standing on the right, but we could only admire both only from the outside (both closed). We continued our stroll toward a terrace in Piazza Terraglio, facing the bridge, so to take a picture (immediately shared on Instagram). Then we set out for the bridge itself. Mamma mia quanta gente! Oh, boy, how many people! (Later, in the afternoon even more!).
Many of them were chatting drinking a little glass of grappa, others were taking pictures, kissing, hugging or something, kids were playing, cyclists were passing by with their bikes, policemen, old ladies with their shopping bags, joggers in tracksuits, children with skates or push scooters, teenagers pretending to be offish, old couples still holding hands (the cutest imho), new parents pushing perfumed buggies (yes, because little kids always smell sooo good). For me it would have been a pleasant pastime just to stay there and watch the people. Now I totally get it, the habit some elderly have to put a chair on their lawn and just watch passers-by. It really is something. From the bridge I also spotted a wonderful private garden. And now a little break for a personal plea:
After lunch we visited the Civic Museum and then a very peculiar bookshop, la Libreria Palazzo Roberti, located in an aristocratic 1700s palace. Astounding. And the staff was super nice, letting me lurk here and there to take pictures, including the rear garden (thank you!) and the hall on the top floor (some local musicians were preparing their instruments for an exhibition – so I could also enjoy some music in the process).
Many of them were captured and killed but many others escaped, founding a new hiding place. That’s when the Germans announced that they would have granted pardon to everyone who would have presented spontaneously. The population was relieved. Parents and relatives accompanied the boys to the German Command. But it was a trap. Hundreds of young men were executed or sent to concentration camps. The worst day was September 26th, when 17 men were shooted and 31 partisans were hanged from Bassano’s trees.
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This sounds absolutely charming!