The view of Pienza from the road. We were coming from Amiata, so here we are looking north.
That's il Monte Amiata in the background. This is the view from the terrace outside our rooms.
A street in the hilltop town of Montechiello. In the small plaza at left there was a cenotaph for the dead of WWI. On a wall plaque to the right were the names and pictures of the town's WWII dead.
A street in Montechiello. There were two brass markers in the street near the church. We found out later that there had been a battle between Italian partisans and Fascisti here in May of 1944 and the markers were to honor the fallen Italian patriots.
Views of Pienza from the road to
Montechiello.
The view from our terrace, looking south toward il Monte Amiata.
The Tuscan landscape is so beautiful that it almost seems alive. We never tired of the views from the hilltops out across the valleys. Even in October the days were hot, though the mornings and nights were quite cool.
More views from our terrace.
Manuella said you could take this dirt road all the way to Siena. We took the highway instead, but we did walk for about an hour one day along this road. Much of Tuscany is wilderness or near wilderness. We heard gunshots everyday--pheasant hunters, Manuella said.
We visited the Etruscan Museum in Murlo. It was a rainy day, hence the hat.
Where cowboy hats come from.
Below, the view from the road to Siena.
A fonte in the hills west of our farmhouse. The whole region is filled with baths, springs and thermes, hot springs.
The next farmhouse. All around us was a park, where no hunting was allowed. That field was alive with pheasants.
Another view from our terrace. We spent a lot of time sitting in the sun on that terrace, eating pecorino cheese and drinking chianti.
There's a reason
they refer to this as
"Bella Tuscany."
Manuella loved cats, and the cats came and shared our pecorino with us everyday. Below is one we called Patch, our favorite.
The sunny terrace faced the south--and il Monte Amiata. The door on the right opened to the bedroom, the one on the left, to the kitchen.
The view from our terrace, looking south toward il Monte Amiata.
The Tuscan landscape is so beautiful that it almost seems alive. We never tired of the views from the hilltops out across the valleys. Even in October the days were hot, though the mornings and nights were quite cool.
More views from our terrace.
Manuella said you could take this dirt road all the way to Siena. We took the highway instead, but we did walk for about an hour one day along this road. Much of Tuscany is wilderness or near wilderness. We heard gunshots everyday--pheasant hunters, Manuella said.
We visited the Etruscan Museum in Murlo. It was a rainy day, hence the hat.
Below, the view from the road to Siena.
A fonte in the hills west of our farmhouse. The whole region is filled with baths, springs and thermes, hot springs.
That's the bell tower for Pius I's "duomo" behind us. We are standing on the walls of the city of Pienza. A friendly Italian lady took our picture. Her husband kept saying "multi Italiani " in America.
The next farmhouse. All around us was a park, where no hunting was allowed. That field was alive with pheasants.
Another view from our terrace. We spent a lot of time sitting in the sun on that terrace, eating pecorino cheese and drinking chianti.
There's a reason
they refer to this as
"Bella Tuscany."
Manuella loved cats, and the cats came and shared our pecorino with us everyday. Below is one we called Patch, our favorite.
The sunny terrace faced the south--and il Monte Amiata. The door on the right opened to the bedroom, the one on the left, to the kitchen.
The view from our terrace.
Our rooms at the Fonte and street scenes in Pienza.
Above, the gate of the village of Pienza.
The view from the top of the road leading down to the Fonte Bertusi.
Below, San Quirico and our building at the Fonte.
A street, a garden and an archway in San Quirico.
The walls surrounding San Quirico d'Orcia.
Il Monte Amiata is so wild that it was a stronghold for Italian partisans during WWII.
Tuscan landscape. And that's all.
Our rooms at the Fonte and street scenes in Pienza.
Above, the gate of the village of Pienza.
The view from the top of the road leading down to the Fonte Bertusi.
Below, San Quirico and our building at the Fonte.
A street, a garden and an archway in San Quirico.
The walls surrounding San Quirico d'Orcia.
A friendly (and artistic) Italian lady took this picture of us in Pienza. Jane has porchetta in that bag.
Il Monte Amiata is so wild that it was a stronghold for Italian partisans during WWII.
Tuscan landscape. And that's all.
1 comment:
A nice write up. We were there (Tuscony) for a week last spring, I haven't posted many pictures yet. Just a couple of posts about the Sicily vist.
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