Porto di Acciaroli

We left our host at the private pontille and set direction West to get around the lands end on engine with the wind in the nose. Arriving at the turning point a small island separated from the coast, we took it wide and even then the dept sounder showed only 5 m.
After our lovely pizza evening at sunset we found that we were still in love. (Will you still love me tomorrow?).
From then on we had a nice breeze 3/4 behind and a slight sea, so Hélène set about to make a superb lunch with quails and pleurottes mushrooms, which we ate at leisure under sail taking us to the next port of call. This one on our maps was a free port, however arriving at the dock a guy came driving up to demand payment (only 30€) and switched on the electricity and water.
Right in front of our mooring were the toilets, showers and washing machines... washing machine service only as from June. In Italian ports apparently one only washes clothes in summer!
So we went to town, very nice houses, streets, hotels, restaurants and bars... all closed. No tourists.
We had a beer in a local pub for locals and at 4:30 did a bit of liquid shopping. Back to the boat.