Adrian writes about last night in Bari, sounds like it was a good night:

Forgetting everything I was ever taught about strange men in dresses offering lifts, we hopped in and to the famed beach. “Miracles happen when you believe in saints, lads,” he mumbled as he looked out, through his Ray Bans at the sudsy seascape, before taking a hearty pull of a Marlboro light. “Strange things happen,” he repeated.