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



271. Santana at the Lucca Summer Festival

A pretty full-on penultimate week before we go back to England.


Monday and a triumphant return and party for the Italian national football team.


Tuesday


and this summer's staff party at the cool. 'O Munaciello pizzeria on Via Maffia is extended into Piazza Santo Spirito and back to James' flat.


Friday


Our only trip to this year's Summer festival in Lucca is to see the Latin guitar maestro, Carlos Santana. I saw him in Rome a few years ago and now Annette gets to experience the Mexican superstar for herself... it's a slammin' concert!
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