The Sunday was our 18th wedding anniversary; it was blazingly hot, so we decided not to go out and spent a 'flop day' at the hotel, reading and playing games. (The children were fascinated by the Monkey Puzzle tree - and it took me quite a while to persuade them that I wasn't teasing about the name!)
Dinner that evening was gorgeous, with the chef showcasing his specialities. Here is the pudding plate (the bottom left was tiramisu, happy sigh).
The stage was still up in St Agnello, so we went to see what was happening; Sal da Vinci was playing on his I'll Mercato di Estella tour.
We stayed to listen for a bit and then went back to the hotel for a Bellini in the bar.
Monday, we had an early breakfast, then caught the bus to Naples. Poor Chris was quite travel sick but the bus driver was utterly lovely and understanding.
We had our last view of Naples.
The flight home was good (though we didn't have much of a view through the clouds)
And England felt absolutely freezing! Good run home; and then it was time to tackle four cases full of washing...