It was a beautiful city, packed with ancient buildings, piled on top of each other. It was also very very much alive - we had descended on it as the festival was in full swing - there were street performers everywhere, with stages and cabaret bars all across town. You couldn't walk anywhere without seeing a bit of the festival blooming out of the old buildings.
We were exceedingly lucky to be treated to the only two days of sunshine in seven years, which we completely soaked up as we'd been expecting cold weather.
Here it is:
We were there to see Husband's good friend Charlie Baker take the stage doing stand-up, and boy, was he brilliant. He had us laughing our bums off!