San Terenzo

San Terenzo offered us the warmest of welcomes. With no access to the apartment we made our way to the village in search of a luncheon venue. A good way to assist those unfamiliar with an area and with no knowledge of the best places to eat we've learnt to note the number of customers already dining as an indication of its merit. Empty restaurants and cafes side by side are often a sign not to tempt fate. We selected a cafe specialising in fish. Aqua frizzante and vino rosso to begin. Next, a green salad that we were privileged to be able to dress ourselves. The oil and vinegar so subtle and tasty. Crusty bread and thence, the freshest of fish, presented on large white platters by a waiter with more English than my Italian. I thought that I had eaten fresh fish in my recent memory but after that lunch I am sure that was not the case. The fish was possibly caught that day and most certainly, never had been frozen. The waiter was delighted to tell of of his travels and two month holiday in Australia. An added bonus for us. He appeared to understand my limited Italian and appreciated that I had attempted, out of respect, to use his native language.