This cheery fellow seemed to follow us around the city. I have to say that I have an aversion to accordion playing second only to the Scottish bagpipes. I would rather hear a nail running down a blackboard. When the accordion player first saw us, it was in the main town square and he sidled up, grinning, playing that famous "Just One Cornetto" song. I explained as best I could, bearing in mind the language barrier, about my loathing of his instrument, but even my animated remonstrating did not dissuade him from commenting on the romantic imperative of him playing to my "bellissimo" wife. In the end, although we were at a cafe, we literally had to run off. He got us twice more at different places, and in the end I paid him to F**k off, but I did insist on a photo, so I could at least record his perpetually grinning vizog. We weren't the only ones who clearly didn't want him around - several other couples resorted to shouting at him, like he was an annoying terrier - but, ultimately, I just have to say I admired his resilience, his optimism and his cheefulness.