Puglia Day 1 -an embarrassing misunderstanding

How were we to know? Having purloined the best rooms in our trulli* house, we flee to Locorotondo, the nearest town ... see a brass band playing rather unmelodiously but with enthusiasm, take out our iPhones to capture the moment ... it's a funeral procession.

*these absurd houses (see later entries, with conical roofs and absolutely no known purpose; cold and dark most of the year. We're renting it - or rather Mike is, our wonderful 91 year old friend who bid for it for the week at a local Conservative Party occasion (have to make some compromises with my principles, I suppose) - from the brother of the MP for Worcester.