After we wandered the city center, we drove up to Fiesole, a little hill town north of Florence to see the view. The view would have been much better if it wasn't so very hazy. We think that was due to to the burning of the fields throughout Tuscany.
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Florence
After we wandered the city center, we drove up to Fiesole, a little hill town north of Florence to see the view. The view would have been much better if it wasn't so very hazy. We think that was due to to the burning of the fields throughout Tuscany.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Siena
Here we are at the doors of the Duomo.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Day Two in Toscana
First stop was Poppi, a small hill town with a castle on top. Castle closed on Mondays, but pretty pictures outside. Lots of driving through the National Forest with a lunch stop of leftover pizza in the car. It was a little too chilly to eat outside.
By afternoon we reached La Verne, home of the monestary that St. Francis founded. We didn't make it into the sanctuary because of the service going on, but we could hear the monks (or some group) singing. Plenty of opportunity for picture-taking, though.
Back to Arezzo, we promised Claire to stop at the Ipercoop where she had never been. Apparently, it is the Super Target equivalent. The exciting part of the shopping experience (more exciting than choosing what pasta we'll have tonight for dinner and the chocolate for afternoon treat) was the sensor I set off going into the store. The security guard had to come take me to a room and wand me (no common language for us here). Turns out I had not clipped my sensor in my new sweater, so he took a scissors to it immediately and then set me free to shop! It's frustrating to not speak the language, but we seem to manage, and grazie goes a long way with a smile.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Day One * Hill Towns
After lunch was a road trip to Perugia, a veritable city with the town center atop the hill. Wide streets, tony shopping, and, of course, a stop for gelato. Just a piccolo cone (little). I really enjoy listening to Italian being spoken. The language is so musical. I also love to see what the locals are wearing. Most are so fashionable.
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