Where was I? Oh yes, on the way back to chip into our igloo hotel room, as I'd turned the air conditioning down to arctic circle.
Or so I thought.
Due to a massive misinterpretation of buttons, I'd actually set it to winter, giving us a nice toastie feeling. This was nothing however to the heat of the bathroom, for some insane, alien and beyond any reasonable logic of thinking, the heating is on in there. Just walking through the door I can begin to feel my own testicles boiling in their bag. Sue eventually susses that the a/c control with a snow flake on it, means "Winter", not "make it cold" and with the toilet door shut we get it down to a cosy 15 degrees.
We head back out into the night for more wandering and indulging, it is still wonderfully hot, although I'm the only one of our party who is really appreciating this weather. The piazzas are now full of entertainers and street sellers, if plastic LED flying toys are your thing, this is your Mecca. Also expect to be hassled by flower sellers, just say no kids.
Those that eat in the piazza, pay by the piazza, think of it as an "exquisite scenery" tax. It's still only what you'd pay in Pizza Express in the Uk and 1000% better.
We make our way back to The Byron for a nights sleep, wondering if we're going to be baked or encased in carbonite by the morning.
All is well though, the bathroom however is still nut roastingly hot.
See, Italians think it's funny too.
Dean fought the Cornish pasty, and the Cornish pasty won.
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