So called because here's a quarter of a mile from the ancient, Roman city of Altinum, wherever that was. Four miles away, actually, and it's not just the distance that's distorted here.
Down at the station, the trains are tardy and it's thought they were supposed to ?
Funny little place this, it's mostly modern including the council offices with just the slightly wonky belltower of the church of San Michele Arcangelo the only real thing to catch the eye, history-wise.
Not that you'll be lingering here too long, there's a train to catch, remember, and you wouldn't want to be late for that now would you?
Since you're here to see some of the surrounding countryside, it turns out that things are spectacularly and enticingly flat.
That's not a complete surprise since most of it leads to the Venetian Lagoon, you see, and this fertile farmland provides most of the toppings for your pizza, probably.
The similary, un-undulating Suffolk, say, might also have late running trains but Bury St Edmunds definitely doesn't have what's nearly the Dolomites on the doorstep.
If you've been out of the saddle for twenty-odd years, the lack of a hillock and the quiet back roads make this the ideal terrain to reconvene with the velocipede.
Day one training, however, didn't go too well so it looks like the will have to put off for at least another year.
They've since changed the name from Villa Odino and they've added a restaurant but they haven't hiked up the prices.
Oh! And they'll still loan you a bike.
A little bit Alpine-looking and part of the Park Hotel Junior but it's still walkable from your hotel. Until that evening deluge, that is, when they'll happily run you back on the basis of your tip and not that of the other, young, silent, English couple who didn't venture beyond the pizza, probably.