We woke up our first morning in
Montalcino to this sunrise. Que
bella! This is when I decided that this is more or less what heaven looks like.

After breakfast at the hotel, we began our journey to
Siena. We arrived at the medieval gates to the city easily enough, but then our
NeverLost lady gingerly guided us such that we actually drove into the Piazza
del Campo. For those of you who have never been to
Siena, the Piazza
del Campo is the main "square" (really an oval) of the city where, twice each summer, the
Palio, a very famous horse race, is run. Suffice to say, driving is not authorized here. After a short encounter with an Italian policeman, we drove around and found a parking space. As we WALKED back towards the
Campo, we heard drumming. Sure enough, it was the feast day of the patron saint of the Leopard
contrada. I immediately thought of my mother as leopard is her signature print.

The
Campo was followed by the
Duomo and the
Baptistry. The
Duomo is one of the most decorated churches I've ever seen. Everything from the walls to the ceilings to the floors is decorated. It's an exercise for the eyes. The
Baptistry is also very pretty. The boy was quick to point out that one of the paintings of Christ carrying the cross clearly shows him leaving Florence with
Florentine guards (the
Sienese and Florentines are ancient
enemies). The artistic license taken with that one was interesting.

(This is the view of Siena from the Museo del Opera)
We then visited the Chapel of Saint Catherine and San Domenico. Then lunch at
Ristrorante da Renzo and his first "
pici" (fat homemade spaghetti usually served with a meat
ragu) and my "cacio e pepe". I had roasted boar which was really really great. We toasted Ga and T with
prosecco, got some
gelato and made our way back to the car and
Montalcino.
Stuffed from lunch, our dinner at
Enoteca de Bacchus in
Montalcino was a plate of cured meats and a plate of different
pecorino cheeses (for which Tuscany is famous). The
pecorino with truffles was my favorite. We had a 98
Siro Panceti with this meal. The waitress took such care with the wine (aerator,
prepping the glasses, decanting, etc.). A really incredible evening. The boy, Mr. Fitness and good eating freak himself, even ate lard!


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