Having read the name of the five fishing villages on the Italian Riviera before hearing it pronounced, I can't say the name properly. I'm sparing you that fate by giving you the pronunciation first. I'm not even sure that's correct. It is spelled Cinque Terre and destined to be mispronounced Sink Tare for the rest of my life.
The elderly local women sometimes sat in small groups along this alley clucking and murmuring. Probably about the tourists that have taken over the village that their ancestors built generations ago.
the view from our room - evening - made me imagine the thrill of watching a big storm roll in
the view from our bathroom
Look closely and you can see David, wearing blue shorts and no shirt, running on the trail that zig zags up the mountain. He's right below the palm tree near the center of the picture.
During the off-season, Manarola must be a very special place. In July, it felt a bit like Disney World (not that I've ever been to Disney World), but when uncrowded, it would be the kind of place I could stay a long time.