Only mild culture so far - dawdled around Castel Gandolfo, town of the pope's summer palace, but on the side of a volcanic lake. V beautiful. Though of course DS spent the whole time talking us through routes on the London Underground.
Today, however, we're off to Tivoli, where there's a villa with no fewer than 500 (five hundred, CCCCC.) fountains, plus acres of Roman ruins in the form of hadrian's villa. Reckon that's then culture done. DS says he knows all about Romans already, and that one of the main things to remember is they really loved beans on toast.
The garden here is home to a veritable cornucopia of insects. Including some crazy guys that look like a cross between a moth, a bee and a hummingbird. With spots on the side, and long thin proboscis (proboscii?) move too fast to get a decent shot.
DP's battle against mosquitos has hotted up. We have burning coils, spray, and two plug ins, plus there (3, IIi) types of cream. He still looks like he has leprosy of the lower limbs.