It was a lazy Sunday morning. It was lovely.

Took a drive into Lecce to find breakfast, which ended up being at Caffè Alvino. The croissant filled with custard and cherries … positively wicked … should have had two.

Strolled around for a while. It is clearly what everyone does on Sundays in Lecce. La Passeggiata. The streets were filled with locals walking around, kids riding on bicycles, bars and cafés abuzz with Italian voices.

And after strolling, one must rest. So we did. Can you say “Sunday afternoon nap”? Well, I did.