In comparison with memory, Pisa seems curiously down-at-heel and unloved. It's early in the tourist season and the African street-sellers of tourist-tat pursue their trade lethargically, without enthusiasm. Tomorrow we'll see whether the shopping zone is more upmarket.
I am a magnet for mosquitoes here.
The picture shows our sheep/goat encounter as we entered Italy through a high pass in the Alpes Maritimes.