Campobasso

July 22–23, 2014

This is such an untouched land that even the traffic signs haven’t been touched in fifty years.

The city is surprisingly nondescript.

There aren’t even any nice hotels or restaurants here.

This is the backwater of Italy.

The sidewalk railings remind me of the bed headboards at summer camp.

Italians love to place lampposts in clusters.

I came across a very charming-looking town along the road just outside Campobasso, but there was no turnoff to it from the highway.