Only Irish people could persuade me to go on tour in a steady drizzle, with the landscape suffering from a very low visibility. Despite all that rain Rocca di Papa was still a charming little town. And the legends of Nemi were not the least tarnished by the rain.
On the contrary the mist on the lake and this gloomy atmosphere made these ancient stories more engaging. The rain has not the least penalized the crispness of fresh-made pizza in Castel Gandolfo, eaten in the car on the way to Rocca di Papa.
And last but not least Irish people are really fantastic. Certainly rain is staple food for them.
Thanks Irish people for this unusual experience.