We’ve had an enforced break, and a few lunches, in Tuscany before returning to the UK and very pleasant it has been too.
In Arezzo we had a wonderful penthouse room with glorious views across the rooftops of the beautiful city. And a fantastic lunch.
In Florence we wandered the streets in the sunshine admiring the artwork round every corner. And had a couple of wonderful lunches!
And in Pisa we looked at the tower, wandered the streets of the beautiful old town. And had a memorable lunch!
The more I see of Italy, the more I love it. Yes, the buses (and sometimes trains) are crowded and late but everyone seems to take it in good spirits. Yes, they still allow smoking in restaurants and public spaces but it’s kind of refreshing to see people enjoying a glass of wine or beer and a cigarette unencumbered by rules and regulations.
Many of the cities are overwhelmingly beautiful in shades of terracotta and umber and ochre. The people are patient and friendly to the hordes of tourists (one old lady forced us to follow her through a series of changing buses and buying tickets to get us to our destination). And the language sounds beautiful. But best of all is the food, antipasti of salami and cheese, perfectly cooked spaghetti with just garlic and olive oil, tortellini filled with aubergine served with artichoke sauce, or filled with ricotta with asparagus sauce, fresh fish and meat with rocket and tomatoes, huge salads and delicate little tarts and cheesecakes for dessert. All the things we’d been missing but so much better.