My last day in Levanto, I decided to stay put and enjoy a last day in the town that had wiggled its way into my heart. I sat on the roof deck and enjoyed the view over the town. I saw people rise and start to go about their day. They popped down to the bakery for fresh bread and pastries, hung their first loads of laundry out on the deck, and met with friends for coffee at the cafes.
I’d been in Levanto just long enough to start feeling like a local, and I think being in an apartment instead of a hotel helped this process. Without the convenience of a restaurant downstairs, I quickly found the best places to buy a morning pastry, and the cafe with the nicest staff and best people watching. I even did a few loads of laundry, spreading my clothes out on a rack on the balcony like everyone else. While there might be washers, the balcony and fresh air still seems to be the preferred way to dry clothes.
After laundry, and a good sit at ‘my’ cafe, I took my camera on a walk, to make sure there weren’t any streets I missed walking through. After a full morning of laundry, cafe sitting and street wandering, it was time for lunch, and then the town quieted for it’s siesta. I took this time to pack, which was becoming a bit more of a process with all the shoes I bought. A few hours later when the town woke from it’s nap, I walked again, this time in and out of all the little shops and stores. After that it was time for the early evening glass of wine and snack, at the cafe of course…
I picked up dinner to take back to the apartment and finish packing and thought to myself if I timed it right, I could have one more morning breakfast at the cafe before having to finally say goodbye.