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| Cocomero (watermelon) is served in slices along the Lungo Mare |
July in Marina di Massa, Italy...I have yet to experience such until now. I have caught a glimpse into my husband's extremely fortunate childhood days. Those times included waking up, walking to the beach, stopping to purchase a rosetta con la coppa (roll with a kind of salami) then onto get the pink paper (which is the Italian sports paper called Gazzetta dello Sport, which he now despises but that is a a totally different post) and finally onto Bagno Fifi. (In Italy different bagni line the beach, this is a business that sets up chairs everyday for clients. Some have bars as well, but most of the beach is "owned" with only a small area that is public.) Marina is much more lively in the summer with most of Italy's inland residents and tourists flocking to the coastal areas. A true getaway from the non-existent summer that is the midlands of England.
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| One cocomero stand that started as a side of the road stop that blossomed into a full blown bar |
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| The cabina (where you change into your swimsuit) at Bagno Fifi |
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| Every inch is dotted with chairs |
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| This coastline to the Cinque Terre has been dubbed the "Tuscan Riveria" |
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| My sister-in-law has kept the reserved chairs in the family for many years, therefore her chairs are very close to the water, not toward the back |
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| A post about Italy with no food, nonsense! Here are fresh mussels my mother in law prepared for lunch one day |
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| Basil growing in her terrace garden, she has so much of it that with a breeze you catch a scent of it |
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| After eating one of these cherry tomatoes off the vine, I know what the sun tastes like |
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| A sunset at Bagno Fifi, where most beachgoers are home to clean up before going out for dinner around 9 |
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