Where's me troose?

Happily wandering around Trapani as the city woke up, taking a few pics, thankful that the towering thunder clouds that had been around all week hadn't dumped any rain on us.



A fisherman rowed his dinghy out from the nearby beach and eventually began casting his nets.



I spent a happy few minutes trying, but failing, to catch a satisfactory pic of the net gracefully arcing in the air.



Only later did I realise that this was a complete waste of time - had I managed to catch the photo I wanted it would have been buggered up by the fact that he was just wearing his manky old underpants.



I guess he was fishing for his trousers which he had lost in a drunken stupor the night before.