My room at Des Bains came with breakfast. It was sparse, compared to other breakfasts I've had in Italian hotels, but that may have been because there were so few people staying there. But what was there was good, and the waitress made me caffe Americano special.
Checkout was 10, which is a little early in the off-season.
I strolled over to the waterfront circle, and sat in the sun again, enjoying the sound of the water and watching the people until it was time for my train. The sun was warm and everyone was happy, and it couldn't have been a better morning!
There were all manner of people doing all manner of things along the boardwalk, welcoming spring to Pesaro. Rail thin women in black pencil pants and 4 inch heels strolled with Soprano-esque boyfriends; sporty girls ran in groups; old people shuffled to church; men biked while their dogs ran alongside; parents pushed strollers; one grandfather came along operating a radio controlled Audi which a tiny girl was steering.
There seems to have been a promiscuous Labrador retriever making the rounds in Pesaro, as there were Dachshund-shaped dogs with Labrador heads and Spaniel-shaped dogs with Labrador heads trotting the boardwalk
My intention was to have a gelato-lunch on my stroll back to the train, but I was saved from myself by late openings. And then I was back at the station and on my way back to Milano. .
