My next stop was Dolceaqua, which was favored by Impressionist Claude Monet for the beauty of the riverbed and the medieval bridge. As I drove up into the hills again, the clouds were rolling in.

Parking at Dolceaqua, I declined the Blue Square lots of touristi, and instead found a spot on the main drag out of town, paralleled on the right between oleander bushes so large they trimmed them as trees, and jumped up onto the curb just like the natives.

I strolled around the little town, had Ciocclato caldo at Bar California where I could never get the wifi password right and the rain started spitting on me. And then headed home to pack.