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Day Three |
I read about the Etruscan remains and seen pictures of old towns and natural spas in the southern part of Tuscany called Maremma. The architecture seemed so interesting and somewhat different than the other Tuscan hill-towns so I really wanted to see it. As we were approaching the first town on our list, called Pitigliano, we did not know what to expect. The nature looked a bit wilder and less cultivated than elsewhere. Then the road turned and the whole town was in front of us - carved into the rock with thousands of birds floating in the air, we stopped our car to see this incredible sight. |
We walked towards the wall that surrounds the town and found a gate into the city. While walking through the gate we noticed a little shop full of wine, oils and cheese. We had to stop. We walked around the shop and discovered a set of stairs. We looked at the saleswoman and she nodded her head. Yes! We went down and saw the most amazing wine and cheese cellar. It was dug into the soft rock and had several small rooms that were connected by tunnels. Perfect temperature, perfect place. We bought a couple of bottles of wine. We wanted the red wine called Pitiglio and they told us that it is not as good as are the others they sold. We insisted because we liked the name and we wanted to try the local wine. We opened it here at home and it was exactly what we expected - light, flavorful red wine that brought back the memories of this beautiful town. We walked the town, took tons of photos, and truly enjoyed the atmosphere and people and the fact that there were less tourists, and locals seemed to live more modest lives than elsewhere in Tuscany. The narrow streets and passages, plaster coming off the walls, rocks and architectural marvels, big and small windows, big and small doorways, clothes hanging under the windows or across the street, potted flowers, plants and trees and once in a while a tiny three wheeled car - squeezing through, than a mom with a baby sitting on a doorstep, an open window that offers a peek into a kitchen where someone is cooking a lunch and it smells so darn good that your stomach starts to rumble. As we are leaving I turned back and there is this old lady walking through an arched passage and the light is perfect so I snap a photo. I wait for a second and she is followed by a man, another photo and later I paint a painting..., several actualy... |
