We just wanted to do some laundry...

...which is what we eventually did but why, oh why, don't Italian classes teach you useful stuff like "Help! The machine has eaten my 10€ note" and "I don't have any change" or even the words for "change" and "washing powder".

Anyhow, thanks to a friendly biker or two, we muddled through, had warm, clean, fragrant clothes again, and thought we'd head to the market we'd seen coming into Arezzo.

We didn't find it but what we did find was so much better. Arezzo's Annual International Food Festival!

There were British stalls (cocktails, crockery, cupcakes, jams, toffees, shortbread and oatcakes), German ones (sausages), Polish ones (even bigger sausages), a Greek one (souvlaki, keftedes, baklava), Israeli, Spanish and many more, together with stalls from different regions within Italy.

We bought some pesto and nut sauces and trofie pasta from the Ligurian stall, some pistachios from the nut stall, and liquorice from the liquorice one, naturally, before settling down at one of the trestle tables to eat our lunch of German sausage and roast potatoes in rosemary, followed by a Sicilian pistachio cannolo.

This picture's of the confetti or wedding favours' stall. It was really pretty with the confetti arranged like bunches of flowers. Do Italians really throw this stuff at weddings though? I can't help thinking it would hurt!