Civitavecchia pronounced ch-ee-v-ee-t-aa-v-EH-k-k-ee-aa
On arrival at Hotel Traghetto, which is a family run hotel, we were shown to our room on the second floor. The room boasted a small balcony, which we didn’t use.
I’d booked us for three nights, but two days, just incase anything happened to our luggage. Having seen two ladies distressed over missing airline bags when joining a cruise ship a couple of years ago, I didn’t want to leave Italy for a 28 day cruise without our bags!
The hotel cost was not all that great in the scheme of thing, (3 * hotel), but it gave me peace of mind. As it happened everything went to plan and we were able to enjoy a couple of days sight seeing.
We were very happy with the hotel and the friendly English speaking staff. It was clean, convenient for the port, yet close enough to the town centre that we could walk to the main areas within ten minutes.
Our room – a double bed and two single beds, which allowed us to spread out.
The following morning we decided to visit the local market –
Always pleasant to scan the food of the locals to see what they have but you don’t.
The market also had a fish section, which is not my favourite area, but had to photograph the crustaceans, shown below, because I didn’t have any idea what they were, other than some form of shell fish. They seemed popular with the locals.
The cheese section was attractive, but the cheeses seemed to all look alike – I prefer an English cheese display with the white of Cheshire cheese, the yellow of Cheddar, the off white of Shropshire Blue, the red of Derby cheese etc.
Although it was not summer the weather was very kind to us with a blue sky and enough heat in the sun for me to wear shorts.
Looking towards Fort Michelangelo from along the sea front.
You’d think that we had the place to ourselves but there were enough people around that we didn’t feel lonely.
I had a feeling that this sun bather must be British . . . he could well have been lonely.
A cold beer for me and a soft drink for Maureen over looking the water – what more could you want – it was quite hot in the sun.
Evening meal once again overlooking the water – this area was full of life and I had to wait for a quiet moment to take the picture – without the passing crowds.
The following day we checked the harbour on the off chance that our ‘ship had come in . . .’ it hadn’t, but the short holiday made us think that ‘our ship had come in . . ‘
An evening stroll along the prom after dinner – how British can two ex POMs be . . .
The Majestic Princess had arrived, and a free shuttle, supplied by the town, ferried us from outside our hotel to the ship. I clicked the above picture over the driver’s shoulder.
Our twenty eight day cruise was about to begin. . . . .