In the town square at Portomaggiore, we stopped to see the local Karate club perform on the stage, and this led to much interest in our bike, particularly from the older man in sunglasses. The funny thing was that he spoke no English and enlisted the help of the cyclist to speak for him - and he did - but in Italian. It was the most confusing thing and funny too.
Where better to wait out a rain storm than the local Bar. We had a coffee and were befriended by the man standing by our bike. He had raced home to bring us a bike map of this region.
At the Bar, people (mostly the smokers) sit outside, and then the football fans sit in one room watching the game and in another room the car racing fans sit in another. We always choose inside and go to whatever room appeals to us.
