The sea of \u200b\u200bBari that day was blue, crossed by small waves like fish darting. There was a smell of salt, the flavor of the mussels that had eaten the night before at the restaurant "Tre" trulli "of Ceglie Messapico, in the Murge. Off any boat with a fisherman ready to read the water, beyond the church tower of St. Nicholas. On the Waterfront Crollalanza fishermen off their polyps from the buckets and slapped them on the rocks for a long time to make them soft, sold them into small pieces and offered to taste raw. They are great cooked in vinegar, if the vinegar is still red roses, dark. They are ready when a fork feels soft in the mouth area.
The sun began to burn: The May morning was clear and calm after days of uncertain weather. The day before, however, the sea was rough: we saw the thunderous throw threatening and full of garbage on the ruins at Egnatia, a strong wind blowing and a looming storm that made the dark sky over the countryside and the ruins left in it, well required, unlike those of the sea, just beyond the road. In the morning we visited Locorotondo up wandering lost in the streets and clean white color from red geraniums. There we surprised the heat of the South, the hospitality of the people who greeted us on the street. A Locorotondo bought the local wine, white and fragrant. By noon we were in Alberobello, where we visited the District of Trulli and buy local products and troccoli to make pasta at home. Now at last the sun was shining and Bari stood in front of us, majestic as a queen of the Mediterranean.
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