What a beautiful town! Enclosed within an ancient wall, this town has it all. . Charm, shopping, history, good food. We only scratched the surface today.
A browse around the Sunday market revealed the usual. . .food stalls and imported goods. Ho-hum. But as we strolled the crowded streets (holiday weekend, remember), we noticed a plethora of upscale shops and folks riding bikes. Never have I seen bike-rising in a Tuscan town, but this one is flat. Easy walking.
We happened into the Chiesa di San Michelle, where a mass was crowded with the faithful. A short moment to sit, then realizing we had taken someone’s seat while they were taking communion, and then we skeedaddled out of there.
In another piazza we found children making cheese!
A Sunday in Italy is a day out, and this one was even more special due to the Feast of the Immaculate Conception. We found “un affollata delle gente”… A crowd of people wherever we went. A kind person gave us an extra map when I asked (yes, in Italian ) where to get a map. We made our way to the ancient amphitheater, now home to restaurants and specialty shops. We loved standing in the middle and imagining life in the circular village around us. When we chose one exit we were happy to discover Osteria Baralla, recommended by Telma. Without a second thought we asked for a table ( yes, in Italian) and we’re seated.
our map was heading us toward the castle, and upon entering were surprised to find…
And a silly favorite at the salumeria. . We we soon found ourselves walking on the wall above the town, commenting that we could easily “Facciamo un passiegatta” take a walk here daily. The total distance is 4 miles, and we probably only walked one.Uh-oh, where’s the car? We THOUGHT we knew which gate we entered through, and we didn’t exit through that one. But it’s an easy town to traverse. A brief half mile onward and we were in our red sleigh, ready to seek out the Santuario di Gemma, the saint of Lucca.
once again we found the faithful gathering for mass, and after a brief, respectful stay we exited into the bookstore where a very kind bookseller was happy to share a few words with us (yes, in Italian) and he gave us a photo of St. Gemma at age 7 as a gift for our Gemma.
I’m actually a day behind in blogging, so that’s it for now.