This will hurt me...

Badda bing, badda boom! There once was snow, now there is not. Col tempo la foglia di gelso diventa seta . Forgetaboutit!

In part two of our reconstruction of the rise and fall of Italian Fascism [set against the backdrop of a wet and wild Seven Mile Beach], here Henry, Ezra and Jen discuss the failures of the Italian army in North Africa. Ezra blames the poor quality of the pasta. Jen blames the poor quality of the vino. Henry blames Ezra and Jen. I, as Victor Emmanual III, blamed ill health. As usual.

Cagliari, Italy Cagliari is the capital of the Italian island of Sardinia, and its Sardinian name Casteddu, literally means the castle. Obviously, it has a castle then! I love castles, we only have tacky poured concrete castles in Australia, and they don’t stand up too well to the authentic ones. Again, Cagliari seems to be a walking city, with the old part of the city lies on top of a hill, offering a view of the Gulf of Cagliari (also known as Angels Gulf). I love my harbours of course (as appears to be bearing out in this series on the blog), so this will be a must.