But, you see, here's the thing. The Venetian Empire invaded and took Bergamo in 1428 and the new owners were very anxious that the previous owners, Milan, would come to take Bergamo back. In fact, the Venetians were so concerned that they spent 30 years building the wall that, to this day, protects the city. Some serious graft.
La Torre di Bergamo
Just outside the basilica is the palazzo del podestà - where justice happened in the olden days. Archaeologists have been uncovering ruins underneath where the palazzo stands that date back hundreds and hundreds of years. Today, we weren't too fussed about what was going on underneath the palazzo, but were more concerned about getting to the top of it.
And so we began our ascent up the tower. Truth be told, there were a lot of stairs. A lot of stairs. Like, too many stairs. The further we got, the more anxious Samantha became (not a fan of heights) and the more mardy I became (not a fan of physical activity).
We can report that reaching the top was definitely worth it. Even with the incredibly thick fog, seeing Bergamo from above was great.
Trust us, your guides: if you want to see a place, see it from above.
The Banter of Bergamo
There's a wee bar just down the road from our flat. We have not frequented this place as it looks too expensive. However, there is a blackboard outside which had upon it inscribed a lovely quote. Verily, words to live by:
Words that I am sure that you, esteemed reader, would most certainly agree with. I went down this morning to take a photo of the blackboard in order to share it with you. However, last night was a Friday night and people were out on the town. And some wee rascal rubbed out the "b"'s in "bene" into "p"'s.
What is the banter you may ask? "Pene" is the Italian for penis. Observe:
I won’t insult your intelligence by translating this for you. My question is: By tarnishing the previous sentiment, has it not created an entirely new one? ;)