Clare and Paulio had talked so fondly of the lovely birthplace of Puccini it was on my must do list. From Pisa, a really simple 20-minute train trip to the beautiful walled town. Being Sunday, mass was on in full and the singing as I walked through the walls was just beautiful. There was something just so peaceful wandering around the inner walls of the gorgeous Tuscan town. Sitting drinking coffee along a small street with many ageing grandpapas pushing their precious cargo in strollers was lovely. I thought of Clare as the petalon of eager cyclists pulled up for their morning espresso. The promenade around the outer walls was lovely. Andrew, a planner at work had asked me to take some photos of the ramparts for his classes and it was a totally enjoyable thing to do as I strolled the perimeter of this lovely town.
Sleeping under the stars 