San Gimignano

Oh My God !  approaching, there are just glimpses through the vineyards of tall chimneys and terra-cotta roofs.

Winding around the town walls, a fortress structure allowing only the tiniest of vehicles through its entrance gates, forbidden to traffic except for deliveries and luggage drops
Gobsmacking, breathtaking scenery as far as the eye can see, 360 degrees

Scenery that makes you draw back your breath as if taking a deep drag on a joint







Piazzas and cafes, people milling, licking gelato and quaffing local vino, cocktails and beer
Tourists and townsfolk, dogs and daily street theatre
Performing street mime,  musicians, children and churches
Gelaterias, restaurants, trattorias, pizzerias
buskers and hawkers, steep hills and narrow lanes
Cobblestones, steps, wishing wells, ringing bells
Weddings, widows, wheelchairs and strollers



Pigeons, swallows and sparrows, all cultures of the skies
Brilliant blue skies, greens and greys of vineyards and olive groves
Rows of plantings, ploughed fields and winding roadways
Beautiful people, buxom Beauties, big bottoms, bigger bellies




Tight pants, taught backsides
Scotts, Spaniards, Sicilians
Germans, globetrotters, geriatrics
Processions of people, parading prima donnas
Surly, scowling service, uber cool NOT

We found a real sword

 

Nightly rituals - walking the dog, slobbering over a cone