Housing near a factory, Lecce, oil on card, 12.5 / 14 cm
Lecce, early evening, oil on card, 11 / 16 cm
Lecce was too perfumed for the sort of painting I like to do. It felt as every square inch had been combed over, tweaked, by a team of interior designers. The town's plan is labyrinthine, and it is flat and riverless, and has no seafront, which means it lacks vistas and, moreover, becomes claustrophobic and uncomfortable on hot days.
Bari, the town, oil on card, 10.5 / 13 cm
Bari, yachts, oil on card, 13 / 13 cm
Bari- the Adriatic, midday, oil on card, 15 / 18 cm
Bari, was considerably better, more "normal", less airbrushed for tourism. I stayed near the station in the sort of crummy hotel with a strange lift and the view of the backs of buildings, and everything painted brown, the sort of Tom Waitsian place that I like though I am not sure why as they are self-evidently quite grim.
It's nice to walk along the seafront and paint. The people seem friendly and relaxed in Bari. it would be a good place to go if you were sick and just wanted some time to get well and have simple conversations about their dogs or the temperature. There are lots of nice little shops too. Italy doesn't seem to have suffered the corporate colonisation that blighted the UK, homogenising every high street.
Bari, a little shop, oil on card, 13 / 14 cm