Mazzolia and Volterra.
Today we enjoy an hour and a half’s drive through the justifiably famed Tuscan countryside, in search of a dry herb garden that closed three years ago.! A rather harem scarum wiggle along dirt tracks finds us in the miniscule heart of Mazzolia. Roads so narrow a man painting his windows had to move his ladder so we could scrape by. After an hours fruitless searching, hunger drives us to the hill town of Voterra.
Its medieval winding and picturesque streets are teeming with tourists but we are really only interested in finding a great place to eat. The Rough Guide comes up trumps. The area is famed for its hunting (roadside signs warn of hunting dogs) and our menu is peppered with Deer, Wild boar and Rabbit. Having polished off steaming platefuls of Pinky and Perkys near relations, Bamby and Peter Rabbit we are revived enough to seek out the Tourist office where we discover the details of why we couldn’t locate the garden.
After a scenic drive home Molly is delighted to see us. We have taken to filling doggy bags with the bones from our lunches and today’s was an especial treat.
A load of old cobbles.
More lurking.
Another bloody Tuscan hilldown.
Actually, I beg to differ. The Tuscan hill town is a bit of a change from the baroque interior design! I know I must sound like such a philistine to anyone reading this, but I do think for some of the places, you do have to be there!!
ReplyDeleteFood is beginning to feature again on the blog. Pinky, Perky, Bambi and Peter all at one sitting sounds like an unfortunate encounter with childhood images (though if memory serves me correctly, Pinky and Perky deserved to be eaten!)
H xxx