We’ve already said our goodbyes to the ancient city of Matera when a need for Italian coffee and a sit down overcomes us. A piece of cake, a coffee, another ticket for the car park and we’re off again with renewed vigour to see some more of the city.
The Kestrels are so common here they remind me of parakeets. Here’s one on the scaffolding:
One comes out of a hole in the side of a house just in front of us:
A pair sit not quite together on a rooftop.
And finally, a beautiful male in the evening sunshine on a chimney in the city centre.
Now, it really is time to go.