Professional Cycling: Is it Just All Sweat and Lycra?

A Walk in Sanremo Professional cycling. Don’t you just love it?

Sprinter Alessandro Petacchi winning Milan-San Remo in 2005

You don’t? Too much lycra, too much sweat running down contorted faces, too much time-where-not-very-much-appears-to-be-happening-at-all?

Races remind you of those depression era dance marathons where the last guy standing wins? Of who-can-hold-his-breath-the-longest contests?

Oh well. That is certainly one way of seeing it. But there is another way, too. Plenty of

Professional Cycling: Is it Just All Sweat and Lycra?

The Funiculaire of San Romolo is No More

Sanremo and San Romolo: Once Conjoined Twins

Once upon a time, the remote hillside village of San Romolo was one of the Italian Riviera’s most popular daytrip destinations.

Mention its name to natives from Sanremo of a certain age only if you are ready to be showered with story after story about happy family outings, sun-drenched Sunday afternoons and long walks in the forest.

The Story of

The Funiculaire of San Romolo is No More

It was San Rainmo on Our Visit

"Old Sanremo poster"

A Rainy Day in San Remo

Every trip to southeastern France should include at least a brief hop across the border to Italy. Ventimiglia, the easternmost stop on the half-hourly train service that connects all the famous Cote d’Azur resort towns from Cannes to Monaco and beyond, is the obvious choice, but if you can, you should venture out a little further.

San Remo, a mere 15 minutes by train from

It was San Rainmo on Our Visit