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| Day 3 - Urbino to Genga: Our steeds loll about like horses of the same coat, waiting to be read the day's journey. |
A last goodbye to the divine hotel room of Albergo San Domenico, Urbino. |
The San Domenico buffet breakfast was stupendous - more like the Last Supper. This was one of several tables. |
Anyone for a chocolate filled roissant? Perhaps a plain one? |
The Italians are stylemasters. In a toilet I saw this push button shoe shiner that set a flurry of brushes on your toes! |
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| Dayna's turn to ride. She lectures us on Italian road signs. |
Entrance to the 365-room Palazza Ducale, or Duke's Palace, Urbino. |
Our cultural guide explains the impressive Palazzao Ducale, palace-museum. Photos are not allowed, but the bouncers seemed to nice to want to intervene. |
The 'Secret Garden' for the Duke's courtesan, as seen from one of the 365 rooms. Wonder what she did in it? |
View from a window in the Palazzo Ducale. |
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| Just a non-descript neighboring building to our hotel ... |
That's where we slept soundly last night - Albergo San Domenico, Urbino. |
Dayna offers some bike handline skills for descents and cornering. Outer leg straight, inner knee bent! |
Lookng good as we exit the arch of Urbino Central. |
The cyclist is respected in Italy, says Andrea. |
