There is one significant change since our last visit. The famous Principe Restaurant is now closed. There are others, though, as we have discovered, including the humble place across the plaza (pictured below).
We found a neat souvenir store that sold edged weapons and shields. As mementos. Probably a good thing Al's not here after all.
Jose and Alcalde attempted to blend in with the Seborgan masses by looking casual:
We wandered the ancient city and discovered the old Palace of the Prince is for sale at only 1,500,000 Euros. I found a real estate agent in another building who confirmed that yes, the famous palace of Seborga is for sale, and that we could get a showing if we wanted. At this point my companions began to question whether we could or should consider such an opportunity! A 500m palace! A REAL EUROPEAN PALACE! With an unobstructed view of the Mediterranean! And balconies, too! How often do you get an opportunity like that? No amount of reasoning would persuade them, however, and alas, we (I) were (was) forced to abandon my imperial, er, modest delusions, I mean, ideas. Oh, brother.
On the way out of town we noticed we could see our rented place (below, red tile roof directly to the left of the flag on the flagpole). We also noted that somewhere in this valley is the braying donkey that we have decided to call Al, for reasons that are perfectly obvious to anyone familiar with the overall situation.
