I learned a little Italian before I came on his trip, but it’s not a lot of use on my own, surroundedby babling Italians in a cafe. Never mind, soak up the ambience.

I’m across the road from the somewhat incredible Stazione Centrale. I get the impression you may have been sent to jail if the trains were late when it was built. It’s massive, it’s built in the imperial style, it’s impressive and I can see it all from my hotel window.

My daughter took me to the airport this morning. I think that must be some kind of landmark in one’s life. I’m not sure what but she sure seems very grown up all of a sudden.