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This is Soave, a pretty little medieval village in Italy’s Veneto district that I visited recently.
Before taking a walk, it’s important to hydrate. I like to refresh with an Aperol spritz.
The classic Fiat 500. Don’t go too fast, but it goes pretty far.
I AM big. It’s the cars that got small. h/t Norma Desmond.
These are vineyards of the garnega grape that goes into the famous Soave white wine.
I waited for ages for a gust of wind to catch this orange banner in front of a church. Because I am a professional.
Soave vineyards, golden hour.
I won’t lie to you. A lot of Soave is straight uphll.
And there’s always that one guy who has to show everyone else up.
View from the ramparts of the Soave fortress. Which I finally puffed to the top of, about an hour after bicycle dude.
Don’t know why there’s a statue of a little dog wearing a crown, but, hey, why not?
Here I am. A nice guy from New Zealand took this. Kiwis are the best. I call it “Suave in Soave.”
Only one way to end this tour …
