Last Saturday was a designated grunt work day....chores to be done and errands to run. As it was forecasting rain later I trotted down the town early to try and avoid a soaking.
Over the past few years there's been an Italian festival held over the Easter break which features a market, Italian food, opera and displays of cars for all the family to enjoy. Good Friday was the turn of the Ferraris...sports cars simply do not appeal to me [to my peasant eyes many have the look of having been run over by a steam roller about them but each to their own!] so didn't heave my carcase out to view them.
However, by a happy coincidence I was in the right place at the right place to see the parade of Minis. Quite what a Mini has to do with Italy beyond "The Italian Job" is a tad mystifying, but I have always loved them. These much loved little cars beetling past me brought a bright spot to what was otherwise a grey day- they never fail to cheer me up! Please excuse the poor photo quality- I wasn't expecting to need my camera so only had my phone with me.