Such a beautiful town with a hill-top castle, giddying viaduct and of course, a piano in the cafe Vincenzo.
The magnificent Duomo in Siena
(New bra from Catania appears to be coping with the strain)
The sheer scale and beauty of craftsmanship
“just let it OUT”
“you haven’t been flossing then…”
We run the gauntlet of the motorway to get us closer to France and breath with relief when we emerge from a long hold up in one of the claustrophobic tunnels.
Leaving Bella Italia behind us we will now be resuming our more leisurely pace.