Visited the town of Lucca in Tuscany where my Grandmother is from. An olde worlde merchant and banking town. No traffic in the town centre except for bicycles. All the locals pedal around on these brilliant bikes. Helena and I hired some bikes and I got some snaps:
I loved the old rust covered ones...
Gotta have a basket for that shopping...
They even had a bicycle shrine!
Couldn't resist this Piaggio.
The streets are littered with these old-time pedalers...
Poli was one of the marques favoured by the locals...

My eyes adjust to the darkness and I leave through the large room again... only then could I see that the walls were lined with shelves. On the shelves were coffins! There must have been at least a dozen of them. Differnet woods and furnishings. Outside again I bid my classic bike appreciator farewell and see the sign above the door. White lettering on black with crosses and coffins. The undertaker.
And I thought the funky smell in there was the puppy-poo!
Lucca - it was a very cool place just to just pedal around, drink coffee and eat great Tuscan food for a few days!
The citizens of Lucca are twice lucky. No traffic, no bicycle thieves. Here in Italy is normal don't find the bicycle in few minutes...
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