The old town of Monterosso is so still at night that flushing a loo risks waking the village dogs.
With hordes of other tourists pouring off ferries and trains it seems this beach town could be a nightmare of booze bucket specials and stag parties but it’s a town of two halves separated by a walking tunnel.
We first set up camp under an orange umbrella in the newer beach area where stressed-out attendants grumped at anyone who strayed into their patch without a ticket.
After checking into our small hotel in the old town we swum at the harbour and decided the only reason to go back through the tunnel would be to catch the train out.
A funeral procession, old women in neck scarves and aprons chatting across balconies, and a large community garden of tomatoes gave a sense of the old town’s village roots.
Here are some photos. Today we head to Venice after a fantastic few days on the Cinque Terre . I have some earlier blogs about our walks in the areas