The trains run once an hour and we caught the 10:33 for the less than 30 minute ride to Cividale, just east of Udine. We strolled into town, stopping for coffee at a friendly bar. We saw this street on the right:

We continued on the main path into the center of town. Luckily, this was a great day to visit. First of all there was a small crafts fair with real crafts–weavers, potters, painters etc–no junk. We bought a little gift for our granddaughter Sulli. At the end of the block or so of crafts people was the Duomo, the Church of Santa Maria Assunta, and mass was just ending–the perfect time for top notch people watching. It was really a beautiful flow of smiling faces carrying olive branches. It was Palm Sunday!

The Ponte del Diavolo was just up the street and we took in the view of the Natisone river and it’s gorgeous colors:

As we passed by a little sandwich shop they were giving our samples and Ken loved the salami. I sampled the strucchi, a sweet square of dough with nuts and raisins inside–like a danish. We wandered from there and found ourselves in a lively piazza with restaurants outside and a merry-go-round in the center. Two people were just getting us so we snagged their table in the sun. People were mostly drinking Aperol spritzes so that seemed perfect fo Ken. I got a Hugo because I saw one and it looked so good and it was refreshing and delicious!!

We walked around the streets some more but that salami was calling Ken. We went back there and got panini and ate them on a bench right in front of their little shop. I bought a frico (a cheese and potato pancake) and some strucchi to take home.

We walked some more through town I got this shot at the garden of the archeological museum but we didn’t go inside:

Returning to Udine, we had a good walk from the train station back to our apartment and had a nice rest time.

One more walk towards the north of us but there was a fair with lots of rides and a DJ and too much noise. We turned away and made a nice loop back here.

For dinner, I cooked the frico. I followed her directions but it didn’t stay a pancake! It was a delicious mush of potatoes and cheese instead. We had a salad, the rest of the wine and strucchi for dessert and called it a night.