The Cappella della Madonna di Vitaleta on the road from Pienza to San Quirico d'Orcia

In 2001 I came to live in Italy. I had some fun, wrote a journal and this is the blog of my story...

"Tuscany is a state of grace. The countryside is so lovingly designed that the eye sweeps the mountains and valleys without stumbling over a single stone. The lilt of the rolling green hills, the upsurging cypresses, the terraces sculptured by generations that have handled the rocks with skillful tenderness, the fields geometrically juxtaposed as though drawn by a draughtsman for beauty as well as productivity; the battlements of castles on the hills, their tall towers standing grey-blue and golden tan among the forest of trees, the air of such clarity that every sod of earth stands out in such dazzling detail. The fields ripening with barley and oats, beans and beets. The grape-heavy vines espaliered between the horizontal branches of silver-green olive trees, composing orchards of webbed design, rich in intimation of wine, olive oil and lacy-leaf poetry. Tuscany untied the knots in a man's intestines, wiped out the ills of the world. Italy is the garden of Europe, Tuscany is the garden of Italy, Florence is the flower of Tuscany." Irving Stone from my favourite book " The Agony and the Ecstacy" A fictional biography of Michelangelo



127. Parco Pratolino and the via Bolognese

It's the last week of April and a real mixed bag of weather here in Florence.

On Saturday I spend another relaxing afternoon by the river Arno while Annette is studying. On the Sunday I manage to tear her away from the books - last night's rain has cleared and we take a drive up the very picturesque via Bolognese.

We enjoy a fish lunch at this family run restaurant with great views toward the Mugello region.

We continue on to the Park at Pratolino. Our return here is long overdue - I spend some time sketching and 'haikuing! while Annette, studying of course!






Softly drifting clouds
Passing by as lovers kiss
Ever to return





Gracefully hewn rock
Majestically stands silent
As life slowly fades

(Original journal entry 25/4/04)

126. Le Marche

Saturday 

We passed through Le Marche a few years ago on our way to the very dull Ancona. And so the return trip to the area finally happens... We've booked one night in a 15th century monastery somewhere between San Marino and Urbino.


We set off on the Saturday morning and take the Autostrada to Bologna and then down towards Rimini. Unfortunately the weather isn't too good, it's foggy and drizzly, but the road from the coast to our hotel is breathtaking, taking us deep into the Montefeltro region of Marche. Mountains soaring to 4,500 feet and plunging valleys of deep green pastureland...

Our hotel is fairly easy to find, in a small hamlet called Frontino and we check-in and enjoy our packed lunch in the cloisters.


San Marino


In the afternoon we decide to visit the 'most serene' republic of San Marino. It's only about 40 minutes away. Unfortunately the fog hasn't lifted so the spectacular views we were supposed to see from the highest point, the 'Guaita' fortress on Mt. Titano are enshrined in cloud... The town is full of kitsch cafes with large laminated pictures of brightly coloured dishes and and extremely tacky souvenir type shops selling guns, swords, fake perfume and every other type of useless crap, making the most of San Marino's tax free status. It's like Blackpool and Margate have been transposed to Italy, not exactly our cup of tea...

I'm sure once upon a time San Marino was a pretty hill-top town., but has now been ruined by cheap commercialism and even the beautiful view is spoiled by the weather...

Nothing tempts us and we can't get away quick enough!

We phone and book a table at the Hosteria where we're staying, San Girolamo and head out of San Marino. We change and settle down for what can only be described as a masterclass of cuisine. An antipasto consisting of 7 wonderful dishes at an incredibly low price!

Sunday 

Urbino

After a hearty breakfast and a tour of the monastery we check-out and head on to Urbino - the weather is much better and we are greeted by a quite superb city, as Piero Della Francesca coined it 'The ideal city' and who am I to disagree!

Beautifully set out streets, tasteful, individual shops and hidden alleyways, this is the birthplace of Raphael and we see the house he was born in.



After a very light lunch, we decide to take a lok inside here, the Palazzo Ducale. There is a special exhibition on at the moment celebrating the works of Titian, Raphael and Piero della Francesca. (The Della Rovere collection.) Highlights include the ideal city, the flagellation by Piero della Francesca. Raphael's mesmerising 'La Muta', somewhat reminiscent of the Mona Lisa and the magnificent wooden panelled study of Duke Federico. We also check out the basement with it's unique ancient draining system before finishing our very cultural day in Urbino with cappuccino and cakes.

Only the long drive home over the spectacular Appenines remains, with a stop for pizza at 'Affe di Bacco' in our old stomping ground of Gavinana... 

(Original journal entry 18/4/04)