|Detail from my travel sketchbook.|
Orvieto was alive with people on Corso Cavour. My sister and I were walking together, she a bit ahead of me and at one point I noticed a stuffed wild boar in the entry of a store so, of course, I had to stop to take a photo of it.
By that time my sister had melted into the crowd ahead of
me and I knew I could find her as she had a striped tee shirt on. I came
into a square of vendors selling flea market stuff and some bad art and I
didn't see her or anyone from our travel group who said they were heading to a market
to buy cheap clothes. I tried to match up my little map to where I was
and it didn't make much sense.
Apparently I determined I was in the Piazza della Repubblica where I didn't want to be so then retraced my journey, as I had no bread crumbs to follow, and found a side street which then fed into the market square I was looking for. The Piazza Populo was humming with vendors selling nuts, cheeses, flowers, meats, veggies, handbags, and tables and tables of clothes.