Not fasting in Geneva

After an 8-hour drive (not counting stops, every 2 hours, for espresso and some very fine pasta with potatoes, string beans and excellent pesto) we made it to Geneva. I drove some of the same stretch with John Fiorillo 35 years ago (yow!), and the engineering of the stretch of autostrada along the Mediterranean coast still impresses. For miles and miles (or maybe kilometers), you are on either a bridge spanning a valley or in a tunnel cutting thru a mountain. It seems like the only thing on unaltered ground are the entrances and exits of the tunnels where they transition to bridges. It must have taken 10 times as long to drive that route (if indeed it was even possible) before the autostrada was constructed. One of the things that seems really odd is that as you pass into a tunnel, you often see a farmer hand tilling his field just above on the hillside. It seems like having the autostrada right next to your family farm is terrible, until you realize that if it had been constructed on the surface, most of those farms would have been destroyed to build the road. The toll, which covered about 6 hours of driving, was 41 Euros, which is a lot, but not when you think about how much it must have cost to construct the road.
Then we wound up a beautiful valley with spectacular views of the alps until we came the Mt. Blanc tunnel. See previous comments about that. After nearly 8 hours of driving, it was even harder to maintain the concentration needed to keep the speed between the upper and lower bounds and to keep a distance of two blue lights between us and the car in front of us. Especially when a police car or some other official car pulled out of one of the frequent niches where a disabled car can pull over. I had to eke out my 2 lights' distance again without causing the car behind me to get too close. And once you are out of the tunnel, the excitement is not over. The road twists steeply downward into France with lots of traffic. On the way up it wasn't so exciting because gravity was helping reduce the speeds, but going down was something else. Like the Grapevine on the way to LA, the left and right sides of the road are switched (opposing traffic is on your right), as the engineers took advantage of the best slopes for uphill and downhill traffic.
Our handy GPS got us right to Vincent and Naomi's house, which we went slightly past, then stopped on the curve considering our options for unloading. A loud bellow of "DAVID" from the heavens caught our attention, and Vincent (up on their balcony) directed us to back up to an open space we had not seen. Right in front. How lucky is that? By the time we had unloaded, it was 6:00, and one can park for 1 hour, with parking restrictions going away at 7:00. The next day we got up early and got rid of the car. Can't say I was sorry to see it go.
Since our last visit, Naomi and Vincent have emptied their country house (it's being remodeled) and moved back into their city apartment. It's very nice, with a great view of the hills that is particularly nice at sunset. They even have a water view (if you look closely through the trees, you can see a little sliver of the Rhone river). We've walked through the Bastion (nice park in the center of Geneva near the old town), the old town, and two adjacent parks donated by the landowners whose land they had been. Really nice. The second day, we took the bikes apart (this I'm starting to really hate -- how is it that it gets harder with repetition?). Then we took a really good tour of the UN. We even saw one of the few peacocks that remain after last winter's depradations by foxes. When that land was donated to Geneva, there was a stipulation that the owners acquire and keep peacocks. This has continued through the ownership by the League of Nations, and now the UN. Walked along the lake to meet Naomi and Vincent for dinner at a really great restaurant in the old town.
Today we walked over to Carrouge, a nice old town between Vincent and Naomi's city apartment and their country house. It was market day, the highlight of which was a sort of organ grinder with an enormous cat who walked slowly up and down between the stalls attracting children to buy his lollipops. Next to a great photography exhibit of photographs of New York in the 40s and 50s by Weegee, then lunch, and past the synagogue. It slowly dawned on us that today is Yom Kippur -- and we had just eaten a huge (and very expensive) lunch. Geneva, or perhaps Switzerland in general, is amazingly expensive. Finally, we took the tram to the museum of the Red Cross. Tonight we'll have fondue or raclette, in honor of Switzerland. Tomorrow: Paris.

Siena continued

Sunday, we got up early while Nina slept in, and we headed for the museum of the Duomo. Just as we left our apartment, though, our attention was drawn by the beating of drums only a block away (the border of the district adjacent to ours that seems to have won the Palio and is still celebrating more than a month later). An amazing procession of men and boys, all dressed in medieval costume of their district's colors, marched in procession with drums banging and flags waving, apparently on their way to church. We heard them again later, after standing in the open wi-fi zone we found near a hotel and collecting our email and posting my previous blog. In the Piazza del Duomo, we ran across a Fiat 500 rally, with dozens of the little cars, many tricked out with stickers, stuffed animals, etc. We gave Nina a quick call, but no answer (she was in the shower). So David made a video with his iThing of their departure, a very noisy and stinky affair. Then we headed inside and looked at a whole lot more religious art, including a really brilliant stained-glass window, 6 m in diameter, by some famous Sienese artist. Apparently, the fact that he hand-painted facial details was a novelty in his time. One thing we noticed was that the faces in the lower part were mostly blurred beyond recognition, while those higher up were still crisp. I suppose people touched the lower ones before it was put out of harm's way. It was removed for the last time during WWII to protect it from Allied bombing. No explanation of the implied previous times it was removed.
At one point, we went down some stairs and found ourselves in the gift shop. David pointed out that we had not gone up some stairs that he had seen (right at the beginning), so we reversed back up and continued with our tour. Soon after, Nina called, and we encouraged her to meet us so we could go up a tower that is said to provide the best vista of Siena. By the time she reached the Piazza del Duomo, we had realized that the only way up the tower was through the museum, and we had already had our 3-fer ticket punched when we came in. So we steered her around to the gift shop, which she slipped into when someone came out, we met her, and then led her back up to the top floor to stand in line for about half an hour. They only allow 30 people in at a time, which turns out to be a good thing, as it involves climbing an extremely narrow spiral staircase - one of those affairs where you can only put your foot flat at the extreme outer edge. You wouldn't want to meet someone coming the other way. You're also pretty darn dizzy by the time you make it to the very top. But the view is indeed spectacular. You get a very different idea of the Duomo when you on a level with its roof. The tower we were in is part of an unfinished nave. The Duomo is so enormous already, it's hard to imagine it with the extra space had the nave been finished. Amazing what an unlimited amount of money will buy.
After lunch, we drove to San Gimignano, reputed to be the most medieval town in Italy. It still has many of its towers intact, and it is quite fascinating. And touristy. My god, the hordes, and the prices! Although I did manage to buy a purse for 15 Euros that sells for 20 in Siena, and was marked 19. I handed the lady a 50 Euro note, and she asked if I had anything smaller. Fifteen, I replied, while digging around to see how many Euro coins I had. Fifteen is fine, said she. How's that for inadvertant bargaining?
After driving back and stowing our car in the little villa garden belonging to our landlord, we walked back into the walled part of the city and came across a little restaurant that looked promising. It had bunches of tiny rooms (4 or 5 tables) and two sets of stairs that disappeared deep into the bowels of the earth. One was blocked off, but Nina and David explored the others and found additional rooms, although so damp that the furniture was all mildewy. The room we were in, between the two stairs, was fine though. We ordered two pizzas and a salad, which seemed to flummox our waitress, even when I told her "mangiamo tutti insieme" (we eat all together). But she decided to go with the flow, and we rewarded her (heh) by ordering tiramisu for dessert. Nina pointed out that this was our 4th dessert for the day. Uh oh.
Yesterday, David and I decided to do a ride we read about on the same website as the one two days before. This one required a drive to the nearby town of Casole d'Elsa, so we left Nina sleeping and rode out to where the car was parked, loaded the bikes and GPS'd our way there. When we got there, we began to worry a bit about the weather, which was quite overcast. But the temp was about 78 degrees, it was very humid, and we set off. After a nice descent from the hill town where we were parked, we started climbing steadily to the border of the province of Pisa. We investigated the small town of Monteguido on the way -- it has a church that is supposed to be interesting, but was locked, and rode up to the fortress of Montecastello Pisano, hoping to find something open for lunch (it was now 12:30). Nothing. Only one recognizable restaurant, but it was closed (as restaurants often are on Mondays in Italy). No bars, nothing. So we headed back down to the main road, stopped to put the paper map away (it was now sprinkling), and then decided we'd best take cover in the bus shelter we'd stopped next to. Good thing, as it soon began to pour. We had room for two bikes, and there were 3 chairs, two of which were usable (after David reassembled his, which had started to come apart). Two bike tourists appeared nearby under a tree, and then made a run for the cemetary where they found better shelter. We talked to one later (they're from Belgium) when he came out to see if it was okay to continue. Finally, after about 45 minutes, we decided the weather wasn't getting any better and returning home the way we came was the better part of valor. Since the rain had at least temporarily stopped (despite dark clouds all around), we took off back down the hill we had climbed. Since it was mostly downhill, this went quickly, and the rain held off, except for minor sprinkles, until after we got back. We passed the car and headed up into town, found one open bar, which had a vegetarian option (small pizzette with tomatoes and cheese) and warmed ourselves with cappuccini. Then we explored the church opposite the bar until we heard thunder. Back we skedaddled to the car, threw both bikes inside, and headed home. Again, the rain held off until we were back at our parking spot, but then our luck ran out and we rode back to the apartment in the rain. Not so bad, considering how wet we woud have gotten had we not stopped in the bus shelter. Dinner at a little restaurant just a block away (a delicious, if salty, fish stew for me; wide handmade noodles with pinenuts and saffron for Nina, thick noodles with vegetables and tomatoes for David, and some not bad white beans, but not as good as the other night).
Today is our last day in Italy (other than our long drive tomorrow) Nina is still having trouble getting out of bed. David has lubed the bike chains and is washing the dishes, and I guess I'd better stop blogging.

Siena is a beautiful, noisy place

One amendment to the paean about location, location, location for our apartment. You'd better have earplugs if you stay here. The nightlife goes on past 3 a.m., and the last two nights included a procession past our window with everyone singing, plus a drummer. Even double-paned windows can't keep that out. And then around 5:30 a.m. the garbage collectors and street sweepers come. You'd be better off a little farther off the beaten path. The southeastern corner of the city, where the University and the synagogue are, seems a lot quieter, even only a block or two from the Campo (the large square where the horse race takes place). We explored around there last night, finding a fascinating display of old stretchers and carts for bringing the "misericordia" to hospital. We went to the synagogue, but it is not open to the public, although Nina and her mother knocked on the door last year and got a tour. We also visited the church of San Clemente in Santa Maria dei Servi, with two mummified monks on display. These Catholics have a strange way of honoring their saints. The church of San Domenico has both the severed head and a finger of Santa Caterina of Siena on display. Oy. Turning to more pleasant things, we found a wonderful restaurant just around the corner from the synagogue on Via del Porrione called Osteria il Vicolo. We passed by before it opened, and it looked so charming and the menu sounded so good (and inexpensive) that we decided to return after our SE-ward explorations. When we got there, there were 2 police cars parked outside and 3 policemen looking serious inside, but nothing seemed to come of it. The section of restaurant you can see from the street was deserted (except for the policemen), but we went in and were ushered into the neighboring room. This was a bit of a let-down, since the first room was charmingly low lit and old countryish. The second room was much brighter, had a TV going in the corner, and a family of 4, including two very young children drinking Coke, loudly having dinner next to us. But the food made it all worthwhile. The chef has won a number of awards, as you can see plastered all over the walls. He came out to talk to the family, and although he looks pretty Italian, he has a pretty Middle Eastern-sounding name. The Osteria boasts of typical Sienese cuisine, and as far as we can tell, it was. David had a wonderful risotto with radicchio, Nina had taglietelli with the best pesto we've ever tasted, and I had wide noodles with porcini mushrooms. We all shared Fagioli al Fiasco (?!), some really delicious white beans with lots of garlic, butter, and rosemary. Wow. And an unpronounceable torte to finish with chocolate filling and chopped hazelnuts on top. Definitely a must-eat restaurant if you come to Siena.
Dinner the previous night had been at a restaurant facing the Campo, which was good, but not spectacular. The most exciting part was when Nina picked up her purse from the ground to take a picture, and a lizard that had parked itself there jumped onto her pants. A bit of wild dancing and he shook off onto the ground and headed for the purse at an adjoining table. They eventually noticed him and were threatening to stomp him when the waiter intervened and scooped him gently into a dustpan then onto one of the short pillars that ring the Campo. He probably climbed down and got into more mischief, but at least he was spared immediate death.
We visited the Duomo yesterday afternoon, which is about as over the top as you can get -- in many ways. First it is several structures on top of each other. The lowest, and I suppose oldest, is the Baptistry, with frescoes by famous Sienese artists. For the ones on the ceiling, they thoughtfully provided mirrors, so you could sit on a pew and look down instead of up to examine the ceilings. Above the Baptistry is the Crypt, which seems the oldest, but it is hard to imagine how they managed to slot the Baptistry under it. The Crypt was merely a workspace for artisans building the cathedral above, but at some point fairly recently, they cleaned the soot off the walls and found 11th, 12th, and 13th century frescoes from an earlier church. The frescoes are in parts very well preserved, and in others, have been hacked into to provide anchor spots for the beams of the cathedral above. The entire ceiling is now supported with an intricate web of steel supports, I suppose because they dug out rubble or other foundation to reveal this earlier church. David points out that the study of architecture here must be very different from in the US, since you have to learn how to deal with older structures that form the foundation of your work, probably without really knowing how the older structures are supported.
The upper cathedral is impossible to describe. For one who loves the ubiquitous terrazzo floors of Italian churches and other important buildings, this one is a new experience. While there are geometric patterns forming lattices around the main designs, the main designs are incredibly complex pictorial works of inlaid and carved stone (not sure what the lines are filled with after they are etched, but you can see that the etching is done by a series of very closely spaced punches. The sanctuary is tremendously tall, with black-and-white striped, intricately shaped pillars supporting arches running in multiple directions. The walls contain uncountable paintings, frescoes, and statues by important Sienese artists. And there is a library of magnificant illuminated choral manuscripts with enormous pages of very large notes and text -- perhaps the entire choir was meant to be able to read the same book? The room was ordered to be built by Pope Pio III, son of Pope Pio II, both of whom are somehow related to one of the mummified monks in S. Clement in S. Maria dei Servi. A certain amount of nepotism, if you ask me. Pio II seems to have had a long and prosperous career, but Pio III died only a couple of months after his election. The ceiling of the main hall of the cathedral is ringed by the heads of dozens, if not hundreds, of popes.
But it hasn't been all architecture and saints. Yesterday, while Nina slept in, David and I went for a ride we found in a book about bicycling in Siena (available only in German and French currently at the tourist office), and then from the website www.terresienainbici.it, which is all in Italian. But the description was fairly clear, and we could basically follow it on our map, although we did wish we had one with a scale of 1:100,000, rather than 1:300,000. The only real problem was the description of the path thru Siena itself (the ride is designed to start and end in Radda in Chianti, about 25 km to the north). The description says simply "follow the signs to the railway station, and then towards Rome." Well, the first part was easy, but at what point were we meant to stop following the signs to the train station and start following the signs to Rome? I guessed wrong. We passed one sign indicating the route to the autostrada to Rome, which didn't seem likely, but then after consulting the GPS numerous times and riding all the way around the train station 1.5 times, we found ourselves following another sign towards the autostrada to Rome, and then discovered we were on route, but doing it backwards. Since the rest of the route was pretty easy (I had hand-drawn the relevant section of the map), we decided to continue that way. It was a really nice ride, possibly easier in the direction we did it, through mostly open countryside and everygreen woods. Radda in Chianti is a nice little walled town where we stopped for coffee, and apparently popular with bike tourists, since the souvenir shop sells bike shorts and Chianti Classico jerseies. We then returned to the road that continues to Lecchi. This part is on the famous "Eroica" ride, a 200 km ride traditionally done on retro bikes. We did pass a small gaggle of Eroica riders wearing wool, using tubular tires, and riding steel frames from small (unrecognized) builders. This section was practically deserted, and mostly downhill (as the part to Radda i.C. had been almost entirely, but not steeply, uphill). The weather was wonderful, albeit with a somewhat brisk headwind. Lecchi was a charming little town that we could imagine living in (what little of it we saw as we rode through, although there wasn't much more). Both on the climb to Radda i.C. and on the descent back, there were wonderful vistas, although not really easily captured on e-film. The roads here are much better than those we rode on in Umbria.

Siena adventure begins (text)

Siena is only about 100 km from Perugia, so we decided to take the long way around Lake Trasimeno and show Nina Castiglione del Lago. We hit it during siesta time again (we are talented), but our same pasticceria was open and we bought a number of new delights to try out. The Pane Pescatore, with almonds, raisins, pinenuts and dried fruit was great, although apparently a bit to exotic for Nina (more for us). After walking along the main street, up into the fortress (which we hadn't done with the bikes) and back, we collected the car and headed to Cortona, of "Under the Tuscan Sun" fame. It is at the top of yet another hill - Umbria is famous for its hill towns, although by now we were in Tuscany -- and so parking promised to be difficult. We grabbed the first free space we saw, although it was a challenge with my bike hanging off the back and only inches to spare. Then as we walked up the hill, we passed large spot after large spot that would have been so much easier. In our excitement over squinching into the spot we found, we ended up leaving the GPS in the car, thus violating our rule of setting a waypoint to find our way back. Up and up we went, through a city garden and amphitheater, then encountered a young couple from  Belgium who were also trying to find the entrance to the city. Together we found that going up was to no avail, but backtracking a bit (not thru the garden) got us into the city proper. Full of tourists, but very charming, and a great gelateria to greet us almost immediately. Thus fortified, we headed up a set of steps that seemed to go on forever up a narrow alley. This brought us to a much less crowded street and some spectacular views of the flatter farmland below. Time was pressing, so we headed downward, ever downward figuring, we'd have to come across the set of switchbacks on which we'd parked. Which we eventually did, although not without getting worried that we'd never see our handy GPS -- or car -- again. As we had walked away from the car, we had looked down on it and seen the car behind us pull out and then back down the road a short ways to where it was no longer one way. We wondered if we should do the same rather than heading up into the tangle of the city, but the GPS seemed to show that we could continue up and then soon have a chance the turn back down the hill. All went well, and we were off to the autostrada and Siena.
The owner of our VRBO in Siena had indicated that we could not park, but could unload, near our apartment, and he would then tell us where to park legally and without paying an arm and a leg. We were to call when we got to Siena, and he would be there in "some minutes." When we did call, he indicated he could not be there for about half an hour. So we let the GPS navigate us to the apartment. Talk about nerve wracking! We entered an area restricted to traffic and soon were having to crawl along waiting for tourists all over the road to move aside. We eventually encountered a policeman on a bicycle and asked him where Via della Citta was.  He asked us why we wanted to know, and I said because our apartment is there (all of this was in Italian, or in my case, Italglish). Ah, he said, then you are almost there. Via della Citta starts right here, just keep going. That made us feel a bit better, and soon we found #19. The road was slightly wider there, so I simply pulled over in front of the door and turned on my flashers. In a short while, a man showed up and said "I am not Sr. Pratelli, but I will show you the apartment. Sr. Pratelli will come in an hour." He gave me a brief tour (there was not much to show -- you could put three of these in the last VRBO), then told me to drive out under the arch, follow the arrows and then park. We found parking about 1/2 a mile away, but all the other cars seemed to have resident stickers, so we were a bit nervous. Even more exciting was the difficulty in finding our way back to the apartment, even with the GPS. The buildings are so close together and so tall that the GPS has a really tough time finding the satellites, and it kept thinking we were on a street a block or so from the one we were actually on. So we navigated by feel and memory and fortunately found our way back.
We amused ourselves for a while by looking out the window at the tourists teeming by, but as an hour stretched by we began to get anxious about our car. So I called Mr. Pratelli again, and he seemed happy to hear from me, wondering when I'd like him to come by (!). I told him as soon as possible, and he proposed 7:30 (about 40 minutes later). I said I was worried about the car, but when he heard that it was registered in Switzerland, he said I shouldn't worry, it would be hard to get a ticket. Hmmm. So David and Nina went foraging for pizza while I started this blog. About a paragraph and a half ago, Mr. Pratelli arrived, and he spoke much better English in person than over the phone. He gave me another tour of the apartment, admonished me not to get any water in the crack around the little 2-burner stove top lest the electricity short out, and proceeded to complete his paperwork. In Italy, wherever you stay, you have to give them your passport to complete some paperwork regarding who is staying where. The only place this did not happen was in Bologna, but it probably should have.
Mr. Pratelli then proceeded to tell us where to find free parking (but watch out for street sweeping days), which would be 1.5 km or so from where we were currently parked, but only 300 m or so back to the apartment on foot. It was more like 2 or 3 km away by car, and 1 km (according to the GPS) back to the apartment. But we're set until Saturday morning at 6 a.m.
The apartment is a trip. It couldn't be more centrally located, being just around the corner from Il Campo, where the famous Palio horse race starts, or finishes, or something. But it is definitely not a car friendly section of the city. Fortunately, there are double-paned windows since the night life here seems to go on forever and is very loud (at about 3 a.m., someone started singing what sounded like a fight song or a victory song - they seem to still be celebrating whoever won the Palio in July - and at that point we opted for quiet over fresh air and closed the windows. The apartment consists of two rooms, a largish living room that doubles as Nina's bedroom and has a tiny, and I mean tiny, "kitchen" in the corner (see picture). If you've ever complained about having a small kitchen sink, think again. This one is so tiny it's practically impossible to do dishes, not that you can really cook much of anything. And there is the problem of the water and the stove (Mr Pratelli warned us again just before leaving that we must not let water get into the crack around the stove). Our room is up a short flight of stairs and has the most amazing ceiling. If I didn't know we were on a lower floor, I'd swear we were under the eaves. The bathroom, reached only through our room, has a tiny, not too clean, shower with nothing but a bit of slope to keep the water from covering the rest of the floor. The hot water heater is operated by a switch on the wall. As far as I can tell, there is no hot water in the kitchen.
But if your goal is a relatively inexpensive (100 Euro per night) place for 2 (or 3 if you don't mind being cozy), with location, location, location, and you're not arriving by car and don't really want to cook, then this is ideal.

The Siena adventure begins

Assisi and a great bike ride

Having failed miserably at self-navigation, we chose another ride from Bike Umbria (http://www.bikeinumbria.it/strada/en/homepage.htm), this time a counter-clockwise route from the outskirts of Perugia, through Assisi, skirting Gualdon Tadino, through Casa Castalda and Valfabbrica, back to the car (carefully marked as a waypoint). The route is rated difficult, not so much for the steepness as the length of the climbs. The day was hot and muggy, with the promise of a major storm on the following day. The GPS navigated us nicely to the bridge near which we were to park, and I guessed right about how to find the sports field starting point. We headed out and up, passing through some beautiful countryside near the Perugia airport. David stopped to photograph a cemetary across from a vineyard being harvested, but we soon realized the real interest lay in the harvest. The machine used to harvest the grapes was fascinating. A tractor pulling a hydraulically complicated trailer drives between rows of vines as the trailer straddles a trellis of vines, shaking them violently to dislodge the grapes (and remarkably little else) into screws that move them up into hoppers on either side. At the end of the row, a waggon is pulled up next to it, and each hopper can be independently dumped into the waggon. The farmers seemed amused by our interested, but didn't offer us any grapes.
After nearly missing a turn with signs only pointing in the wrong direction, we headed past the airport and into Assisi. It was not entirely clear how we were to proceed through Assisi, since the assumption was probably that we'd explore it before heading on. Since the plan was to bring Nina back the next day, we didn't really plan to explore, but we ended up doing so anyway. We got a tourist map, then had to ask where on the map we were, then shifted into our lowest gear and rode up some incredibly steep inclines, dodging pilgrims and harvesting myriad remarks about our insanity or our prowess, or something. We made it finally to the top of the city, found the signs for Gualdo Tadino and rode on along very quiet roads through scenic farmland. The climb to Gualdo Tadino was long and hot, and we finished all the food we had with us without finding any opportunities to buy more. By this time we were acutely aware that we were getting into the dead zone between about 1:30 and 4:00 where everything is closed. Finally, after turning away from G.T. towards Casa Castalda (supposedly, but in fact not, the end of the climb) we found an open bar in Casa Castalda. It offered only panini with meat, a few pastries, and some pre-packaged treats. We bought some wafer cookies, ate them, toured the town looking for something better, and ended back at the same bar. The patrons were amused. I ate a greasy salami panino, David had a pastry, and we both ordered double cappucinos. This caused great confusion, but eventually the barista realized that we wanted one cappucino with two espressos (due caffe), and another one of the same. Thus fortified, we pushed on. A young cyclist had stopped near the bar to catch his breath, have a drink, and eye us, and he chased us down and zipped past us down the descent. We caught him at some roadwork, then stayed on his tail for quite a while (he wasn't a great descender). I eventually passed him, which caused him to push even harder, so we found ourselves racing down the descent. I love encountering competitive young men who just can't be beat by a woman. David stuck with him longer than I did, passed him, and then eventually allowed him to take off on his own. We stopped for gelato. Leaving the gelato place, we encountered him returning (his jersey indicated that he was from Gualdo Tadino). We're still wondering what he thought became of us in the meantime.
Some more nice rolling farmland, and we were back in the neighborhood of the car. Even after following the GPS back to the sports field, we needed it to find the actual car, as there were a lot more parked at that point than when we left.
That night there was an impressive electrical storm and lots of rain, which fortunately cleared up in time for us to find our way to the famous Perugina chocolate factory (now owned by Nestle). The factory tours are not going on right now for some reason, but they did show us a film in English about how the chocolate is made, offered us lots of free samples, and allowed) us to buy as much chocolate as they could sell us. There is also a museum showing old adds, pieces of machinery, and a replica of the worlds largest sweet, in the form of an enormous baccio (literally a kiss, the famous Perugina chocolate fondant with a whole hazelnut on top). This was mad back in 2003, weighed 5980 kg, and was measured and displayed in the Piazza IV Novembre in Perugia, before being hacked to pieces and distributed to passersby (this was all chronicled in another little video).
On to Assisi, into the first parking structure we found, and up a lot of stairs to the level of the city. We headed first to the basilica of St. Francis, which Mike and I saw shortly before the Giotto frescoes were devastated by the large earthquake in 1997. Since a photographic documentation of the frescoes had just been completed before the quake, there was enough information to piece them mostly back together. I still like the lower church best (the newer, upper one was simply built on top of the lower, which itself is built on top of the crypt where St. Francis is buried). Someday I'll figure out how to translate the ceilings of the lower church into a quilt. The arches are painted a deep blue with stars, with fantastic borders of optical illusions, floral decorations, etc varying from arch to arch, and even from edge to edge of a single arch. Hard to describe, easy to love.
On the way down to the basilica, it had started to rain in earnest making the sidewalks very slippery. The streets were a bit less slippery, but since cars kept blasting by through all the tourists and pilgrims, we stayed on the sidewalk. Then I slid practically into the splits, banged my knee and broke my umbrella. Damn. It had stopped raining but threatened to start again as we left the church, and we were starving, so we headed for the nearest restaurant that wasn't obviously set up to catch the tourists leaving the basilica. We ended up in the Trattoria Via Vecchio, which was actually quite wonderful. We met another American couple from North Carolina, who offered to combine with us into a party of 5 so we could get a seat sooner. One of the best meals of the trip. After lunch we found the Palazzo Vallemani, which housed a museum that we had seen a poster for (some Da Vinci's and medieval torture devices), but when we got there seemed to be having some other less interesting exhibit. It was starting to rain again, so we navigated back to the car and went home.
In the evening we had been slated to attend a sagra, a typically Italian local festival put on by small towns over a period of a week to 10 days and featuring local specialties (we saw one promising a roasted boar's head!). But the plans changed because the only good one was almost an hour's drive away. So instead the owner of the VRBO and her mother put on a lovely spread under a canopy (it was raining again) of a local specialty called pasta nocina (pasta with sausage) and pasta with tomato sauce for the vegetarians among us. A lovely salad, some crostini to start, and a fabulous watermelon to finish completed the feast. The other guests are all quite nice, including a new couple from Holland and his sister, who has lived in Italy for the last 15 years. We got her card, since she is a realtor and property manager.
Gotta go. The car is packed. We're off to Siena.

Perugia

So we drove into Perugia -- another exciting adventure in Italian driving. Although we really needed a station wagon to haul bikes and stuff for 3 people, I am really beginning to regret the size of the beast we have. Some of the arches we have to pass thru are scarcely wider than the car, and some of the turns, including into the parking at our VRBO, simply cannot be done in one go. We keep getting ourselves into places we really don't want to be, even if the GPS thinks we do. When we find the public parking lot, we are so relieved we don't care what it will cost to get the car back out of hock when we are done being tourists (8.50 Euro, as it turns out).
From the corner of the parking lot, two escalators in succession take a lot of the pain out of the hilliness of this hill town. Still, there are more steps before we reach a real street. What strikes us first is how structures are piled upon structures to such an extent it is pretty much impossible to discern what the underlying terrain might look like. This city was first settled by the Etruscans in the third or fourth century BCE and has been inhabited ever since. It may be that only the ancient Etruscans know what lies below. It sure makes for photogenic (but hard to photograph) alleys, streetscapes, piazzas, and overlooks. We made our way to the Piazza IV Novembre (what is it with all these dates?) where the cathedral and the Palazzo dei Priori are separated by a bizarre medieval fountain. As it was getting late, we declined to spend almost 20 Euro to go in the museum for only an hour or so, but it looks like a place to go back to. The cathedral has what is supposed to be Mary's wedding ring, although one sign seems to say this is a replacement after it was removed by someone who had the upper hand for a while. And even if it were the original, Mary would have had to have been about 10 feet tall and 500 pounds to wear anything that large. Under the eaves of the cathedral a very talented chorus of singers in ordinary street clothes started singing while we were in a nearby coffeeshop. We came out to hear the end of their concert and were quite impressed. I would love to know the words of the folk tune they sang as the middle of the three songs we heard. David recorded all three with his iThing, but they're a bit muffled.
We wandered around a bit looking for the Perugina chocolate shop, and when we found it, we were sorely disappointed. It was full of schlock at high prices, so while David and Nina picked out a few candies, I wandered outside and sat on the steps of the Palazzo. This afforded me a very nice view of a nun eating gelato with friends. She caught me photographing her and gave me a big smile. We stopped in a coop grocery store for supplies, then navigated back to the car with the GPS. We've found it very helpful to set a waypoint at the car before leaving it, else we'd still be wandering around looking for it in various cities we've been to.
We returned home and created a wonderful dinner of strozzapreti (strangled priest) pasta with pesto, supplemented by sauteed eggplant and onion for those of us who eat such stuff. Nina is really more of a carbohydrian than a vegetarian; pretty much all the standard vegetables available in an Italian market (eggplant, zucchini, tomatoes, radicchio) are on her no-go list.