On Monday we relaxed at the beach in San Terenzo. Shelley (the poet) lived in this village for his final four years of life and actually drowned in 1822 when he was shipwrecked while on his way to another village. We did not hear a word of English on the beach. Even so, I was able to buy a bikini with no problem (and at a great price - see picture).
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