A leisurely 50m stroll from the apartment brought us to the Duomo di Pavia. In all honesty it was not the prettiest Cathedral compared to the other beautiful ones all over Italy. However, its red brick exterior could be seen peeping through the old town and apparently it was topped by the third largest dome in Italy. Construction began in 1488 but was not completed until the 19th century and as of today it still lacks its marble facade.
|Duomo di Pavia|
|The dome can be easily seen around the old town|
|The dome from the inside|
|The happy find at the piazza outside the duomo, a Sunday market!|
We continued walking towards the Ticino river to see the Ponte Coperto, a covered brick and stone arch bridge with a chapel in the middle. The original bridge was damaged during world war 2 and the current bridge is a reconstruction based on the original, parts of which can still be seen.
|Ponte Coperto over the Ticino River|
|The chapel in the middle|
|The bridge is wide enough to have 2 lanes of traffic as well as pedestrian walkways|
|Remnants of the original bridge can be seen|
Our wander through the town gave way to visiting the many shops that had sales on! Oh happy day! We lunched at Pavia's main piazza, the Piazza della Vittoria, which made for returning back to the apartment for an afternoon siesta delightfully easy. As an aside, we noticed many many dogs here in Pavia. It seems that the dogs get taken everywhere by their owners including clothes shopping! There were at least 5 dogs in Zara with 2 nearly getting into fisticuffs but no one batted an eyelid...
|Let's enjoy the sweet life like the Italians|
|As you do when you're wandering around Italy you come across churches. This one, I found out later is the Basilica of San Michele Maggiore dating from the 11th and 12th centuries.|
The girls performed beautifully and they sounded amazing in the gorgeous acoustics of the Italian church. It was also very nice to see the Italians being so appreciative of the music. The girls received a standing ovation from the packed church and performed an encore. From there, it was a nervous 20 minute wait to see if the taxi operator understood our taxi order (it was 11pm at night!) and relief came when apparently my broken Italian must have made some sort of sense! We returned safely to our apartment and plan to sleep in...
|The earlier markets had given way to tables set out for dinner diners|
|Basilica di San Giovanni at Bressana Bottarone|
|Singing like angels!|