We took a late afternoon stroll down the Via Dell'Amore.
It means 'Love Walk,' and it's the trail between Riomaggiore to Manarola. The windows in the distance along the top is the trail, the ones below is where the train runs.
According to Rick Dees, they call it the Love Walk because when the trail was finally built connecting the two villages, teenagers would go back and forth, for the hugging and the kissing and the stuff teenagers do. There is a local tradition for lovers to clasp a lock along the trail.
The rocky shore below.
I dig the rock work. Less so the graffiti.
Locks from lovers.
Yeah, we did it, too. A second after this picture was taken, a little old Italian lady went by and shook her finger at me for standing on the rail. "Peligroso," she warned. Lady, that's my middle name.
Me and my sweetie.
A peek down onto the beach in Manarola.
Our dinner view.
Looking back at Manarola. We ate dinner at the outdoor restaurant to the left below the pink building. There's a naked chick in this picture.
More amazing views. These are between Manarola and Corniglia.
We had to cross this bridge. She took like a million years because she was so scared.
I made her carry my pack. Good job, Sherpa Girl!
We spent like three days in Cinque Terre, yet other than our hike, we didn't take many pictures. It was very relaxing. We hit the beach in Levanto, stayed up late at a sidewalk cafe, and generally just took it easy. Our last evening we dressed up just a bit and went for a nice dinner in (I think) Vernazza.
Goodbye, Cinque Terre. Next stop: Venice!