Made it to Grado via Ferrara, a city with the highest percentage of bicycles per capita of any city in Europe - second in the world, where Joe and Beatrice treated me to lunch. Swung by Padova, perhaps I saw its bad side? I wonder if it has a good one? It was a day of opposites. I travelled from the unfamiliar to the familiar and once there, the old mingled with the new and the once familiar was newly un ... it was a bittersweet visit. Glori, my photographic reason for the trip, was not at home, and the nicest barber I've ever met had closed his shop. Seeing that place for sale was one of the saddest moments of year 26. What's a girl to do but move on? So I meandered, visiting old haunts and playing around with some night shots ... until I turned 27.