Ramblings on Driving in Italy
I don’t know if it was the anguished cries from my partner in crime, the fear in the eyes of the tourists in our path or the cameras being produced to capture our misdemeanour that brought it home to me but it was clear that our journey had reached its nadir in Verona. The simple idea of buying a convertible car in the UK and driving it to the Italian lakes, Tuscany, back along the French Riviera and via Paris seemed like an obvious way to kick off our new lives of less work, more leisure. In retrospect, this turned out to be a more novel idea than we had realised. And an experience that was not without incident. For a non-UK resident buying a car unseen, registering it, taxing it, insuring it and having the right to actually drive it in Europe was the first set of challenges. We thought we had all the bases covered until we did a last minute check to see if Covid restrictions were still lurking in the wings (they weren’t) and discovered that you can’t just drive in mainland Europe on ...