We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The old town of Lucca, still circled by the medieval defensive walls, is like a Disney Medieval Italy. Like San Gimignano but with many fewer tourists (they all go to Pisa instead, to see that dumb church tower, or to Siena or Firenze for the 10th time). Plenty of towers - if not as many as San G. but who cares? A tower is a tower.
The modern city surrounds the old town which is now preserved in amber (heavily regulated re historical preservation - and rightly so, I think).
This lovely Italian gal ducked, as if I had not wanted her in my photo. She was wrong. Her gladiator sandals are perfect for the location: this is an entry to the Roman arena in Lucca. Its walls are integrated with the walls of medieval houses built into and against the Roman ruins. (Lucca is full of charming northern Italian women. All of them know how to dress, and many of them are blondes.)
More doors and entries below -
This also built into the Roman arena walls:
Entry to a country restaurant high in the hills outside Lucca, where we had a remarkable lunch:
On the right is the front of one of the many medieval towers in town. Every wealthy family wanted one.
The vacation house we bought outside Lucca. Not really.
A section of the well-preserved walls of Lucca:
A nice garden shed:
I had best quit before boredom sets in. All our readers care about is food.
"All our readers care about is food." And I say "Where's the beef??!!" I saw the cheesecake in the first photo so that'll have to do.... and such a lovely cheesecake that is.
All I remember from my travels there (courtesy of uncle sam's navy) is the old 250lb (100 kilo's? 20 stone?) commercial woman sunning her ....ummmm.... chest sans top by the stone wall outside of Naples.
Thanks for sharing your trip there BD. Brings back memories.
A family friend had a parent from Lucca; the other was from Sicily. In looking at the photos of Lucca, my first reaction was, why would anyone want to leave? Of course, looking at current photos of Sicily, one would have a similar reaction. The places didn't look so good a century ago from the perspective of those living there at the poverty level.
Back in the day, I had read that before WW1, Italy and Russia had similar per capita incomes: the implication being that 70 years later the difference had widened considerably. So why did the PCI never mention this?
Which reminds me of one time my mother put her foot in it. She met someone who had immigrated from Vienna. "Such a lovely place. Why would you leave Vienna?"
One word answer: "Hitler."
To my mother's credit, she told this on herself.
Beautiful. I thought I was the only person addicted to brick and stone work. Took dozens of pictures while in Italy and Bavaria, then came home to find a wonderful 80-year-old Italian to repair the arched stonework around my coachhouse door (c. 1873). He also carves pumpkins for the elementary school every October. If I can get my camera back from my son, I'll send photos of his Jack O'Lanterns.
Want more pix from your trip, but also some descriptions of you meals. Recipes?