Flower Powerless

Yesterday the Bos family opted for a trp to Imperia to check out a famous flower decoration parade. This was big so we better take the train. In the whole of Bordighera there are only nice people the only not nice one is sitting behind a big window selling train tickets. First attempts we got two tickets for Genoa one way...and many no capito's. The three people standing in front of her asking for three tickets seemed a hard one.

Next phase taking the train, not easy cos all indicated trains work but not on a bank holiday or Saturday or when it rains or ...well you get it.
Finally we arrived at Impera at a little train station with no bus in sight we decided to walk. There was not a flower in sight and I started to worry. We entered the first bar to ask the lady who had never heard of the festival and mentioned that there is a second Imperia town 3 km further on. Interesting. We decided not to give up and than at least have a look at the dome. We struggled up the hill and arrived at the dome which was massive and very nicely decorated, worth the little walk.
A quick stop to get a lunch in a bar that was used to play cards or play slot machines eg LOTS of noise but fun.

Just before we left, my father gave a last attempts to get the info on the flowers and he came back with a smile, 200 meters from the bar was the start. Well that is a good surprise BUT the owner told us that they have started the work on it for tomorrow morning, about 50 meters but only 1 meter was actually done. A builders deja vu feeling came across me...

When we finally reached the place, plenty of women were decorating drawings on the floor with cut up flowers and different types of powder, legal stuff of course.
Interesting but not so interesting as we thought.
We took a close look at the 1 meter and discovered the tiny city further and decided to head back to see if we got catch a train.
Ours was at 18.35 but funnily enough we arrived at 17.25 and there was one at 17.41 although nowhere indicated.
It seems that the world of trains and flowers is still a mystery to us...