Grottaglie

The first weekend of June I took the train to Grottaglie to visit some teacher friends. Harry is English and his girlfriend Shawn is American. I had a gorgeous weekend with them, except for the hangover on Saturday morning which I blame on Harry. He's also a great cook, and they are delightful hosts. They are living in the pretty historical centre of a town called Grottaglie, near Taranto. We went to the beach, an antiques market, walked around the centre, visited the ceramics museum and a collection of the town's ceramic shops. As usual, many of my photos reflected the doors, windows and steps of my surroundings. I'm already planning a return visit. The train ride down was easy and it was a bit like travelling through the Tuscan hills, only less tourists..