Our Puglia experience (in the long, thin stiletto heel of Italy's boot) began in Gallipoli, the small port town on the Ionian sea.
We'd driven up the arch of the foot along the Gulf of Taranto, bypassing the city of Taranto (known for the Tarantello, the famed fast and frenzied dance invented to ward off the effects of tarantula bites) - a large, industrial and economically depressed region where we saw migrants from north Africa walking along the roadside - a glimpse of the harsher aspects of Italy's poorer south.
A bridge connects from the mainland to the old town part of Gallipoli which is a tiny island consisting of a castle fort and two ports - one commercial and one for fishing.
Away from the crowded cafés and restaurants of the port areas, there was a labyrinth of narrow streets to explore ...
with Baroque churches, small shops, and evidence of neighbourly street life
... all ultimately leading back to the sea-front, where at sunset you could contemplate horizons stretching to the seafaring routes of the Mediterranean.
Gallipoli, Italy, September 2016
Puglia trip
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