Last stop: Lucca in Northern Tuscany. It was the perfect place to go after a wonderfully exhausting 3 days in Rome. Our medieval monastery turned hotel was about ten miles out of town with olive groves and vineyards as far as they eye could see. Lucca is a small, medieval, walled town that seems frozen in time. Not medieval times, thankfully, but maybe a hundred years ago. Shopfronts still bear original Art Nouveau signs in etched and gilded glass. We meandered through the narrow streets going in and out of shops and cafes. I think I want to live there. Maybe my husband can plant a church next to our enchanting little hilltop hotel.
|This was Composer Puccini's favorite cafe. Lucca is his hometown and they LOVE him.|
|After our car ride from Rome, the caretaker brought us a little Italian "snack" - their wine, their olives. Yes, I ate every single one of those olives.|
|Breakfast. I so miss starting every day with Italian coffee and croissants.|
|Adore that place.|
|More piazza sitting.|
|Roadside poppies everywhere.|
|The hotel ristorante. Possibly the best meal we had in Italy.|
We tore ourselves away and made our way to the airport.
Nine days with my husband in Italy. Absolutely dreamy.