we drove north
to Tuscany
until we got to the house in the hills.
The whole family was there, thanks to these two:
Well, everyone except Frank.
Tuscany is all about the view. It's tan and green, in varying shades,
and the sun shines all the time except for in the late afternoon when it rains for 15 minutes. This is good for the grapes. So they told us at the wine tasting.
Behind the house, acres of vineyards, olive groves, lavender plants, cyprus trees,
and just across the street, the ruins of a chapel. Roofless, crumbling, home to wild poppies, doves, and a wall fresco covered in bubble wrap .
We ate in the gazebo next to the vineyard,
and made many toasts to John and Maria and their upcoming wedding.
We visited Pienza
and Sienna,
where we arrived two days after the famous yearly bareback horse race between the neighborhoods that takes place in the main plaza.
The tights had been washed and were hanging to dry.
Here's a panorama from the top of the Duomo museum:
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