taken from our bus in Positano. The one thing I loved about Italy was the driving (not doing it, but watching it). It is like a dance, and the roads the dance-floor. One is expected to know what to do and any mis-step is frowned upon. I equate it to my bicycle riding, when I slow done as I approach a stop sign because a car has arrived at the intersection before I have and should go first. Then they are "polite" and let me go first - this is not a favour because now I have to quickly change my rhythm.