We had a quiet morning in Vicenza. My son rented a small apartment in the heart of their old downtown district and it’s the quintessential Italian town bustling with coffee shops and small restaurants. Although upgraded with modern features the apartment still holds its old world charm.
On our last day we took a train ride to Verona to see Juliet’s home and fell in love with the city. Juliet’s wall was as magical as I had hoped. The city of love was the perfect ending to our trip.
After dinner in the village square we made our way back to the train station. That last walk proved to be to much for me and we flagged a taxi for the final leg of the trip.
It was a somber ride back to Vicenza and upon arrival we walked back to our apartment in the heart of town. Before calling it a night we stopped for gelato one last time.
Like Italy, our last gelato did not disappoint.