Birthday in Nettuno

We took a train ride to the coast on Mo's birthday, to the seaside town of Nettuno.

It's a beautiful place, and we decide we must come back and have a longer holiday the following summer (little knowing that George's arrival would change our plans!). I remember the lunch in the town square as being one of the best meals I've had.

In the evening, we went for pizza, and there was an old guy with a guitar entertaining the customers. At our table he sang:

Matteo bello di Mamma
Matteo bello di Mamma
La la la la
Andrea bello di Papa
Andrea bello di Papa
La la la la

The fact he was singing it to the tune of the Birdy Song didn't make it any less charming.