After the afternoon nap, I visited the old town region, which is looks and feels like Rabat in Malta.
There was a funeral in a large church, but behind it I went into a smaller church, which also has a saint’s burial place in the basement.
It turned out afterwards that the smaller church was the more decorated. In the surrounding small streets, the old people either just sat there or sold pasta and cakes.
I walked home to change for running and ran a quick 9km on the beach, catching the sunset there.
