Saturday morning, we got in our car and reached our Italian destination a few hours later... Sounds good, doesn’t it? Well, Bressanone/Brixen is utterly bilingual and, in many ways, feels more like Austria than Italy. On the other hand, we’re simple-minded, and can’t help thinking: Italy is Italy, and Italy is good.
The B11 road leads past our front door directly to Bressanone: it changes its name a few times, and in and around Innsbruck you’re in serious danger of losing it, but if you keep a cool head you can’t miss it...

There’s a big square in front of the cathedral, pretty crowded, people hanging around, children playing etc. (the picture suggests otherwise, but it was cropped for artistic reasons).
This girl was riding her bike with such enthusiasm that I had to take a picture of her. She was darn fast, and I had to turn my autofocus off to catch her in full flight.