Sanremo

It was not far on the train to our next destination. We crossed the border on a French train and then had to change to the Trenitalia network for our final 15 minutes journey to Sanremo. 

In the morning we went for a run along a disused railway line that has been converted into a cycle and pedestrian path. It ran past the old train station and then had a Walk of Fame dedicated to the winners of the Milan Sanremo classic. 

It was a bit of a half hearted display, and there was handprints of Matthieu Van Der Pool who won it in 2025, although not many others. Disappointingly, they didn't have the wet concrete ready for Tadej Pogacher who won it this year as there was no sign of his prints. 

The path was a reminder of Bath as it also ran through an almost endless tunnel, except that this one was much bigger and more brightly lit. 

We are in a lovely hotel on the main pedestrianised street of Sanremo, and just off that is the start of the old town. The streets are incredibly steep and narrow and the houses all seem to support each other with flying butresses everywhere. 

In 1887 there was an earthquake and a neighbouring village was completely destroyed. The houses at the top of the hill in Sanremo were also destroyed and I am assuming that  either the butresses saved the lower part of the town, or they were added afterwards to hold the town up. 

It was a long climb to the top and there we found a beautiful church and amazing views over the town. 

Then back down to a bar just outside our hotel. 

We didn't order lunch because every time you order a drink at a bar, and we have tried a few, they bring enough tapas to almost make a whole meal. Darren loves it.