Author: eoinarmstrong

2023)

Well, we did lots, worked lots. There were a few magnificent highlights, and all are below in this summary of most of the rest of our October stay.

Thursday, October 19th
The best thing we did this day, and indeed possibly one of the best things you can do ANY day if you’re in the area is go to Bis Osteria for dinner. We didn’t visit it during the whole of 2024, and that is a fact about which I am absolutely disgusted. It’s one of the best restaurants I know, and that night we had one of the best pastas we’d ever eaten: green lasagne sheets with mushrooms – amazing – certainly the pasta of the year for me for 2023.

Before that, we had lunch in Porgi l’Altra Pancia and looked at some classic Porsches!

I had this! With tomatoes! Am I making peace at last?

And later we drove to Colle di Val d’Elsa and headed to Bis. They remembered us from last time (we know the chef, but waiting staff knew us too – good memories). We had the fabulous food:

Friday, October 20th
We actually did a thing again this day! That evening we had dinner with local friends in La Vecchia Lira, before we all headed off to the theatre to watch a Pink Floyd tribute band. They were fabulous – more true to the album than Floyd themselves, accents aside – and it was an excellent night!

Saturday, October 21st
Today, we rested. We went to the market and for our big meal went to La Mangiatoia for pizza!

Sunday, October 22nd
It was Volterragusto – the twice-annual foodie-fest in Volterra; mostly focusing on chocolate and black truffle. A winning combination, in my book! Here are some pics from the day.

But that wasn’t the main event. Oh no! There was the matter of the second palio (competition, more or less) of the year: Palio dei Caci, where contestants from the various contrade (neighbourhoods) guide cheese wheels downhill through an obstacle course made of straw bales. And it was good fun! Interestingly, a guy from Villamagna, a small village within the comune (township) of Volterra won it – this meant that they had done the double that year, by winning both the tug-of-war palio and this one! Couple all of the action with medieval pomp and ceremony, then it makes for a fun day.

Afterwards we had a walk and a gelato and wandered until it was time to eat. We went to Ristorante Etruria, but indoors to the wonderfully frescoed area. The food was decent enough.

Monday-Wednesday, October 23rd-25th
It was a working week again, and the weather turned. We still got out for walks, gelati and local meals!

Thursday-Friday, October 26th-27th
These were our last two days in 2023. They started off with a walk…

But it ended up with a wonderful evening with Ivana and Claudia from Marcampo. They know the area so well, and choose the restaurant we ate at. They’re such lovely people too – no finer people to stay with if you’re planning on coming over. And I got a chance to practice my Italian a little – a bonus only. We drove to Agriturismo Santa Vittoria and had a little aperitivo while we waited on the ladies.

The views from here during the daytime must be amazing

I told the owner he had a beautiful place and he thanked me. Then started talking naturally, which he kept up for the entire visit there. While the ladies gave me tons of confidence with my Italian, the owner’s staccato gunfire somewhat reduced that! I just need more listening practice. Anyway, did he make up for it with the food. One of the best pastas I had this year – pici with pheasant and black truffle. Magnificent.

We left with hugs and very satisfied! Thanks, ladies.

Our last day was another working day, and the major highlight of it was the amazing sunset we had out Piazza dei Fornelli. Take a look at these beautiful colours:

Well, that was 2023! We started off 2024 in Venice, of all places, and I have already blogged and videoed that – look a few rows up on the archive page – there’s a trio of entries. I’ll clump the rest of 2024 into groups like I have done recently – with special attention given to the very cool.

Here’s a video of the last couple of weeks in Volterra. Give it a watch, and thanks as always for your support!

Mists on the Edge of the Val d’Orcia (18/10/2023)

Today, we did a thing: we invited our friend to what we term a ‘sticky day of fun’ (referring to the state we land home in, given the usually hot weather in which we explore). This day would be fun, but would be considerably less sticky – the weather wasn’t the best. However, Tuscany can be grand in all weathers and a little rain (or a lot of rain) wouldn’t spoil the day….. completely.

We took the road Siena road, going through Castel San Gimignano, Campiglia, Le Grazie and Colle di Vald’Elsa, and from there joined the motorway system all the way to our first destination: San Quirico d’Orcia. I’d been wanting to visit this little town ever since we blazed past it during our first trip to the valley, over two years previously. The journey took a little under two hours. We parked in a free carpark and took a couple of flights of steps up to the outskirts of the old town. As soon as we’d passed by a couple of buildings and a sculpture, and we passed through behind the wall into the town itself, the rain started to come down.

One of the first things Irish visitors say about Italian hilltowns, once they’ve gotten over the different aesthetics, is how clean the streets are. And we, even though we were used to hilltowns, all commented on how clean San Quirico’s streets were. They were immaculate. There were also large sculptures within the piazzette dotted around the town.

We found another gate into town at which stood a white-stoned church. Not the one above, but another smaller one. Inside was the most extraordinary sculpted relief on a lectern, which looked very Celtic in origin – it took Niamh and I by surprise.

Hunger was beginning to be a factor, but we completed our route around the town – in as much as the rain allowed. We came across gardens, squares and lovely little courtyards. The one thing I thought was lacking in the old town, were views of the actual Val d’Orcia itself. It seems to rest on a hill, which gently declines all around, and on which are build modern areas. Even when I managed to climb to a walkway atop an old wall, the view into the modern town and beyond was blocked by larger olive trees. There are some views, but they seem to be across a more level plain near the Val d’Orcia. Just an observation… not much the townsfolk can do about it.

Hunger took us, and we had a look at a couple of menus until we found one that would suit all of us, and settled on La Bottega di Ines.

We were pleased with both the food and service, and it was just a nice place to sit and relax out of the rain. Would I recommend San Quirico. Yes – it’s lovely, and it’s perfectly well-positioned to be a base of operations for exploring many Val d’Orcia sights, like the Vitaleta Chapel, the Cypress hill and our next destination – the spa hamlet of Bagno Vignoni.

It’s not often Google sends us all over the place, but we were about to experience the havoc it can occasionally wreak getting into Bagno Vignoni. This village lies just 5.5 kilometers south of San Quirico. Google took us to a dirt track to park. The so-called carpark must be for the nearby thermal river. We rechecked before we found a ridiculously obvious carpark just outside of the village.

Bagno Vignoni is pretty much there for tourists… the whole village. Buildings surround a thermal pool, which is emptied and refilled periodically. Small offshoots of roads with hotels, shops and holiday rentals spread away from this central square. All is perfect and seemingly ready-made. Normally, this might annoy me, but honestly the effect is profoundly lovely, and we swore that we’d come again in better weather to spend a couple of nights in the spa hotel. We actually have not gotten around to do this yet.

The town was surrounded by distant thick fog and mist, but rain threatened, and we only made it about two-thirds of the way around the pool before the heavens opened.

Love the view of the background tower here

I had to laugh, as I was pointing my phone everywhere, when I got closer to the row of sculpted monkeys and saw that they too were not fully present, and were too on their phones, not paying sufficient attention to their surroundings. To my credit, I started filming and taking photos less. We stopped at a shop recommended to us by our friend – one of those general Tuscan crafts stores, but sadly it was closed. Protecting our heads, we stopped under an awning and pondered our next move. The bar!

The ladies had a prosecco each, and I had a refreshing cedrata.

We had one final stop – one of the most famous hilltowns in Tuscany: Montalcino; a town famous for its incredible wines, most notable Brunello di Montalcino.

When we approached the town, we gritted our teeth when Mrs. Google seemed to take us through part of the centre of town. I was keeping an eye out for ZTL signs, but it didn’t look like to me we went through any. We wound up near the top layer of the town in a carpark right next to its magnificent fortress (more on that later).

We got out of the car and walked back down the hill more towards the centre of town. The first thing I noticed was there there seemed to an incredible number of enoteche, where you can go in and have a wine tasting, along with some nibbles to help with the flavour profile. I would have said there might be a couple of dozen in the town, maybe? I imagine most large producers have a tasting shop in Montalcino, as well a space near the vineyards.

It was a little wet, with rain spitting down every so often, and so our explore was somewhat cursory. Having said that, the town had a really positive effect on me, and I found myself falling in love with it. But we also had to do what people do when they usually come to Montalcino: wine! In our explore, we hit the main piazzetta, with its magnificently narrow council building and secular belltower, but wandered down some side streets, trying to settle on a place to stop for a half hour to try out the vino, and maybe have an afternoon pastry.

We walked into a place and were greeted by the owner, and showed into the back, where one would ordinarily be able to see a magnificent view of the valley over some of the town’s rooves. The ladies stalled, not otherwise liking the look/smell of the place and because the view was non-existent today, we walked out again. I hate doing that – especially in places that are already quite empty. I get an attack of the guilts. Instead, we walked back to the main square, into a fairly hifalutin place, where I’d say they already get their fair share of custom, despite the reviews on Google: Caffè Fiaschetteria Italiana 1888.

The enoteca was trying to be more than actually was, but the service was friendly enough – one new girl was being trained in very diligently by the other on duty, who was dressed like an old-school waiter. We asked for three Brunelli of different levels of maturity, with me getting the middle one. I came out the victor, more through sheer dumb luck than any true oenophilia. They were expensive, but I have to say I enjoyed mine.

Once done, we headed back to the car, but visited the fortress before heading home. It’s a magnificent place, and I is a wonderful venue for outdoor cinema and concerts. I didn’t take too many photos, but you can see more footage in the YouTube video below.

When it was time to go, I pulled my usual trick of setting a route home to avoid tolls and motorways, so we’d have something new to see. Unfortunately, for the first 10 or so kilometers we were taken on a white road. Not fun to drive on, but in fairness it gave us some potentially wonderful views, especially the thumbnail of the video below – which would have been nicer in better weather.

So, would I visit Montalcino again? You betchya… I’d even stay over once the weather gets finer!

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A Week of Walking, Eating and Exploring (14-17/10/2023)

We hit the ground crawling for much of our first week back. Rather than striking out for new towns, we favoured spending time more slowly within the town of Volterra, leaving the latter half of the week for visiting a friend and a new town.

Day 1
Chill time. Of course breakfast was followed by gelato, what fool wouldn’t do that?! By the evening time, the cloud breakup was just right for the sunset and there were God-rays aplenty to be seen at the viewpoint at Fornelli. Afterwards, we had a colourful and tasty meal at La Vecchia Lira.

Day 2
The next day began with a morning explore and coffee, and a wander to the main square (Piazza dei Priori). We bought some salumi and cheese at this newish store on Via Gramsci (Bottega Toscana), and found it to be about 10-15% cheaper than the cheese store just around the corner from it. We had our coffee (in my case a hot chocolate) and pastry, and found something peculiar in the square when we went there afterwards.

There was a little TV crew there standing by a table with local produce. They were there to promote Volterra’s DOP pecorino cheese, which is notable because it’s made from a vegetable rennet, rather than the rennet from the stomach of an animal. I am not sure I have ever had this DOP cheese, but I looked for some in cheese shops in 2024, but to no avail. I suspect it might be expensive. Side question: if cheese is frequently made with animal rennet, what do you vegetarians do about that? Ignore it? Answers in the comments, please!

Additionally, they had an art exhibition – mostly sculptures, and many were absolutely wonderful. In fact, I’m kicking myself I didn’t take the names of the sculptors. They frequently have exhibitions in Volterra, many of which are completely free to enter.

Afterwards, we had a little walk around the town.

I love this shot looking back up Via Porta all’Arco

That night we rocked up to La Taverna della Terra di Mezzo for dinner, and a little calorie-burning walk after.

Day 3
Well we packed quite a bit in today! We actually got in the car and escaped Volterra for a bit. But first, of course, I had a little walk.

We had never visited Palaia before, and so took a trip there to check it out. Like many towns, especially just out of season, it was very quiet – but its main square is lovely, and there are some fantastic views of the hills around its edges.

I loved this little church, and these small scultures.

The best part, though, is the square and the bell tower is wonderful.

We skipped around a park which I regret not going in. There is a restaurant there which gets good reviews, but it was closed on the day for us. We did something that we very rarely do for lunch: grab a sandwich. We went into a minimarket in the main square and shared a lovely ham, cheese and mayo… and honestly it really was delicious! Sometimes the simpler things in life is all you need.

We skipped town and, solely for our visual delight, drove into the best parts of the Val d’Era. And it is so lovely – it’s comparable to Val d’Orcia on a good day. That day, given the time of the year it was, the sky was cloudy, but the viewing distance was good. The problem with ambient light and no shadows is that you really don’t get the true shape of the hills or, sometimes, the depth of the vista. Plus I spoiled these shots by putting myself in them. But here they are anyway.

Rather than heading towards Volterra, though, we took an unfamiliar route towards Montaione. We had been in touch a virtual load with Tutto Torna Antique’s Emma. We arrived while she was closed for riposo, so we had a drink and nibbles in L’Antica Vineria Vanni. Nice place – I was complimented on my Italian, which always both mortifies and butters me up!

Anyway, we soon caught her, and we had one of those chats where it seemed like we’d known each other for ages – we were so comfortable in each other’s company, and our senses of humour were not too different (or to put it another way – mine was tolerated!). Two hours flew by, and it was just a lovely way to spend the afternoon.

We left in fine fettle. The only other thing to report on that day was the food we had that evening in Don Beta:

Day 4
The only thing of note we did this day, apart from

…was to drive all the way to Ponsacco, to an Asian-fusion place called Haru Sushi, which had been recommended by a pair of friends. Additionally, we had heard that you could get served by a robot waiter here, and so were intrigued.

The restaurant wasn’t in the sexier part of town, but there was ample parking immediately outside which we were happy about. We were sat down, and as is usual in these places now, used a fixed tablet to make our order (it’s either that a paper checkbox menu on which you write the numbers of the dishes you want ordered).

We ordered our stuff, and Lo! Along it came, bearing gifts… it wheeled slowly towards our table and we were thanked by the thing. The effect was somewhat spoiled by the human attendant who faithfully trotted after it, and set it to reset to it’s station as soon as we took our food. A cute gimmick!

In fairness, the food wasn’t half-bad, with the meat quality being among the better of those we’d been to previously. A particular standout was salt and chili cauliflower!

We devoured the dumplings before we could snap them!

Below is a youtube video of the above. Have fun watching it!

We were going to do something special the next day, and it turned out to be a fun one, despite the weather, but more on that next time!

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Quick Blog: A Trip to Mensano (16/09/2023)

Yeah, yeah, I know what I said last blog – but I had one day hanging over, and thought it was worth its own separate entry. It’ll be as quick as the town we visited it small.

There is a teeny tiny town on a hill (what else is new?) about 25km southeast from Volterra, as the crow flies. We first noted it on the way to and from the larger town of Radicondoli when we visited it in 2018 – before I set this blog up, unfortunately. I looked it up on the map and it seemed like it might have some fab views of the surrounding countryside, PLUS it had a restaurant. I was sold, and vowed to visit it at some stage. Again, over the intervening years I’d noted it on signposts as we drove just about everywhere else in the vicinity. So, BOOM! five years later we were there.

On the way that day, we noted that the chocolate fair was on. When I say ‘noted’, I of course mean that we slavered over the stalls and bought several kilos. It ain’t cheap, but it was worth it… except perhaps for one of the most celebrated chocolates in Italy: PGI Cioccolato di Modica. This particular type of chocolate was sold in bars of varying natural flavours. Now, how to explain my issues with it… One of the most important things for food, for me, is mouth-feel – texture and consistency, if you will. Well, I will absolutely agree that the flavours of Modica Chocolate are spot-on – but I would also have to say that the consistency is awful. It seems to me that it’s made of chocolate paste with little fat, and which is subsequently stirred vigorously with granulated sugar. The substance you end up eating is both chalky and gritty – I can’t handle that. Chocolate for me must be smooth and buttery, and melt in the mouth. Anyway – do try it for yourself if you ever come across bars of it and let me know what you think!

Dear Lord, the smell alone would drive you wild

Anyway, we took the car up to Mensano and found parking easily enough here on the side of the road. There is another carpark if you carry on straight at the next junction, but we were happy here.

We got out and started taking shots of the village. There are great panoramic views as I guessed, around about 270 degrees of the village – especially in the north-eastern to south-eastern corners.

The hamlet was small and quiet, but there were one or two people being busy about town, plus one cat that let us approach him. We got up to the top of the town, near a small play area and the views got even better.

I love this pic – not sure what that town is in the upper left-hand corner

We were getting peckish, and silently prayed for the restaurant (Ristorante Carato) to be open, and indeed it was! We sat outside and had some wonderful deep-fried zucchini flowers and really amazing pasta dishes. The roadway was narrow, but still used by traffic, and Niamh and I marvelled at one point when a large 4×4 reversed all the way up the street, passing by our table, leaving seemingly centimeters on either side. Occasionally, the owner/chef came out to talk to locals who were relaxing at a table a little aways from us. It was just a fine way to spend an afternoon, and I would really recommend the restaurant if you are in the area.

After eating our fill, we strolled back to the car.

After resting back in Volterra, we just went to the Hamburgheria for nice, if slightly over-sauced, burgers, and rested for our journey home to Ireland the next day.

The chocolate fair was still going strong

But we came back in October, so 2023 is not quite done yet!

Red Night 2023 and the Following Week (09-15/09/2023)

In the interests of moving things along more speedily to 2024, I’m going to start condensing blogs a bit, unless there are special occasions to be detailed. So, this week was a week of work, at the beginning of which was Volterra’s annual arts night: the Red Night. I’ve written about this a couple of times before.

It’s a night held once a year during which, if you visit the walled part of the town, you will find both ourdoors and indoors works of art, demonstrations, music etc. You can also visit private palazzi which are otherwise closed (they’re peoples’ homes!) on other days. It’s a relaxing and chill time, once you have mapped out the attractions you want to visit – some may close early, as I found to my cost in 2019.

I will say this: as fun and interesting as it is, it hasn’t quite returned to the heights of 2019’s night, as there are very few art installations and demos in the streets since Covid. There are some bands out playing, and the palazzi (we visited one) and dance school is open. A couple of additions made this year’s great: the Sacred Arts museum was open and free. I think the Etruscan Guarnacci museum was also too – I think it usually is during Red Night. Museums may be free, but I’m not sure on this point. There was a lot of activity around the pinacoteca (art gallery) and alabaster museum too. But best of all for us, was coming across a wonderful choral group in a chapel on Via San Lino.

I didn’t take photos of the choral group, but you can check them out in the video here:

Niamh went home early, while I went to the dance school, and then ambled along Via Porto all’Arco to KALPA Art Gallery. I heard some piano playing, so walked upstairs to listen and caught a couple of friends. We chatted briefly, before I headed home again. We didn’t attend the 2024 version, as friends of ours were using the house, so I can’t say if the night is on the mend – but 2023’s was a little better than 2022’s in terms of attractions.

On the Sunday, after a pizza lunch (no pun intended), we had a drive around looking at a couple of the mercatini dell’usato (2nd hand markets), but came back empty-handed. We decided to treat ourselves by heading to Pontedera to a Thai restaurant which was reviewing excellently, in our quest to find good Asian restaurants.

They really were lovely people, and the drinks were incredibly authentic, but the food was less so. It was merely ok, and Pad Thai I had didn’t taste at all like I’d expect it to.

Didn’t quite hit the mark there, guys – sorry

The rest of the week was broken up into walks, work and food. Here’s a selection of photos:

We really like to spread our business around, as you can see above!

We finished the week off by attending an exhibition of Roberta Staccioli’s (niece of Mauro Staccioli) works at Osteria Fornelli. After that, a bunch of us clubbed some tables together and we had one of those magical evening where the meal goes on for a few hours, while we talked with both native Volterrans and incoming expats. I remember the North American lady who pronounced the word ‘avvocato’ (a male lawyer) as ‘avocado’ the famous creamy fruit, which led to all sorts of hilarity. I will chiefly remember Costanza, the lady who works at the ticket desk of the Guarnacci museum, who was so generous and patient in insisting that I only speak Italian in order to help my practice.

It’s nights and people like these that make Niamh and I want to move over permanently.

A Little Work, A Little Play (07-08/09/2023)

We were heading towards the end of a holiday week, when we decided to embark on doing something stupid. Fun, but stupid. Niamh had a couple more days of annual leave to take from work than I did, and she and our friend thought it would be a splendid idea to Castiglione della Pescaia on Friday at sparrowfart to have a nice old day at the beach and for the first time ever spend the night there – as our pal loves it so much. The only problem was that I had no more days to take off, so if I wanted to go, I’d have to pack away my laptop and be at the tender mercies of the wifi of the hotel at which we were staying, and work there for the days. Yep – Friday would be a working day for me.

But first! There was getting the Thursday out of the way. I got up and had a fair walk around much of the walls.

It was a grand, clear day, despite the warmth – and you could see the Apuan Alps from the walls in decent detail.

Later on we had lunch at La Sosta del Priore, had a walk about town, grabbed a gelato at L’Isola del Gusto and decided to take a trip to Mazzolla to see if the newish café there was as open as Google claimed to be. It wasn’t, but Mazzolla is a lovely place to visit anyway. The views are fab, and if you are playing Pokémon with Maura Staccioli‘s sculptures, you’ll grab or one or two of them on thew way, or in the village itself.

That evening, we had dinner at Enoteca del Duca, the first time we had done so since the managership and chef changed. Inside, the only changes we could see were of the staff, and of the inclusion of some amazing copies of classic works by artist Michele Nardiello, who has a studio on Via dei Sarti. The food was nice, but as good as it was, we do miss Alessandro Calabrese’s cooking – which can now be found at Bis restaurant in Colle di Val d’Elsa. We stopped off first at L’Antica Velathri Café for a quick aperitivo.

It was still a nice dinner indeed, and my last before I’d start work again in the morning.

The next day, we duly got up super-early, and walked to the car and Niamh drove to Castiglione della Pescaia. The E80 (part of the ancient Via Aurelia) has been hugely improved improved lately, but there are pockets of it a bit south of Cecina which will bounce you about a bit, particularly on the inner lane. So, we were nice and awake by the time we pulled up outside our hotel (Miramare – there must be a thousand hotels in Italy called Miramare!).

About 30 minutes before we arrived, I had a sudden shock of realisation: the hotel room wouldn’t be ready so early, and so I would have to try to see if they could accommodate me elsewhere with a wifi signal so I could work. My fears were somewhat founded. Our friend and I waited in the hotel, while Niamh followed a hotel attendant in a golf-cart to show her where to park. She arrived back in said cart after 10 or so minutes, and sorted the check-in.

Our rooms weren’t ready. This is neither a surprise, nor a discredit to the hotel, as it was only 09:00-09:30 in the morning. In fact, I really must write a note about how wonderful and helpful the staff were in trying to find a spot I could work until the room was ready. They were courteous and diligent, and found a spot in the raised corner of an other wise discreet part of the restaurant. I set myself up and BEHOLD! I got a signal, and checked the speed on my phone. Oh dear… 7.6mbps download. The speed did impede me somewhat, but I was able to hobble along and get a few things done. Being on camera for Teams meetings was out of the question, however.

Anyway, I worked away that morning while Niamh and our friend hit the beach at Bagno Perla – our Lido of choice in this neck of the woods. The sand is soft and golden, and for hydrophobes like me, the water remains shallow for 30 or meters out – sadly, Niamh took no photos. Back in the hotel, the hours ticked by, and the kindly hotel staff checked in on me every now and then, wishing me a ‘buon lavoro’ – they really were super.

Then, at lunch time, I made a big mistake – I went outside for lunch. As you may know Niamh and I have been on the hunt for a good Cantonese or Asian Fusion restaurant, and I saw that there was one about 10 minutes walk away on the other side of Castiglione. Rather than have lunch at the hotel, I went in search it. I have since been told that the food in the hotel is pretty good, and I’m kicking myself. In Ireland, Niamh and I have a natural aversion to the restaurants of most hotels, due to the transient nature of their business, and the fact that I’m convinced that chefs go to hotels to train before moving on to restaurants. This goes doubly for establishments on the coast. There are exceptions, of course, so I’m generalising.

Anyway, I found the restaurant (ITOYA Sushi Fusion), and like many of them, it was merely ok. I liked their dim sum and fried rice, but their sweet and sour stir-fry wasn’t great. I also over-ate, knowing that we’d be going out to dinner later. So, not only was I ungracious at not dining in the hotel, I might have screwed-up the evening dinner too. Here are the dishes I had:

After I waddled back to lunch I was shown my room, and given an old-school key with a chunky key-fob.

I grabbed my gear and brought it upstairs. Maybe the wifi in the guest rooms was better than in the more public areas below. Sadly, no. I was getting the same speeds. However, they were still adequate and I was able to beaver away until the evening when I quit and packed-up.

That evening, we hit the town to a couple of places for aperitivi, one of which was recommended by our friend where, in particular, they were especially generous with their portions of food – Bucazucche – well done!

Afterwards, we headed to the fish restaurant that came highly recommended by our friend. We avoided the places closer to the water, and landed in a place very definitely favoured by locals: Ristorante La Casa Rossa. The lady owner greeted our friend enthusiastically, and we ordered. It was fun and noisy, with lots of banter between the owner and locals. It had a taverna sort of vibe, with good-restaurant quality food.

Thoroughly satisfied, we went to bed.

Next morning, we had to travel back to Volterra the next morning, but while in the room we took a few snappy-snaps.

Niamh took a ride on the golf-cart back up to our car, and took it back to the hotel. We clambered in and took the non-E80 route back to Volterra.

Here’s the video of Livorno, Mazzolla and Castiglione della Pescaia from back in September 2023:

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Showing A Pal Around Livorno (06/09/2023)

We knew that our friend in Chianni, Marisa (check out her YouTube channel), was without transport. And although there are buses that roam around the countryside, you really have to plan ahead with about a third of your daylight hours being on them if you want to travel to one of the ‘premium’ towns (and back again, duh!). They tend to go everywhere, and frequently you may need to change buses. The service is good, though, and is generally timely and reliable – so long as you have your expectations set.

Anyway, we knew it had been a while since she travelled out, and we decided to do here solid by bringing her to Livorno for the first time. And we love Livorno too. We’ve visited the place a bunch of times before. Check out the blog archive, or do a search for Livorno.

Earlyish in the morning, we picked Marisa up at her place, and drove the 50-60 minutes to Livorno. We always park here, because it’s only a couple of blocks away from the food market, and we can always find a spot here. This time around, we came close to not finding a place, and had to park on the roof.

Never noticed this belltower before, so roof-parking is A-OK in my book. Madame Moon also makes an appearance.

We took the lift down, and made immediately for the food market, and for the normal Italian-style market which surrounds it. It’s always fun to see the wonder and enthusiasm on the faces of people who are seeing the market for the first time. And Marisa was no exception. And, in fact, the tables were slightly turned, as Marisa’s Italian is a chunk better than ours, and she wasn’t shy in talking to some of the stall-owners about their produce – in particular, the famous Livornese white eggs.

Early into the excursion, we stopped off at the common area in the market building (check out the architecture above, by the way), and had some coffee/hot-chocolate and pastries.

Afterwards, we walked about Livorno’s “Little Venice” area. It was a warm enough day, but a light breeze around these roads kept things tolerable.

Those of you who have read about our trips to Livorno, particularly when we’re accompanied by someone breaking their Livornese cherry, can probably guess what’s coming next – and you’ll be right – it was a 15 minute walk around the fortress, and oo-ing and ahh-ing at the sites that lay about it.

Then it was off to the fortress to admire the canals and central from a different angle. I love the fortress. It’s usually a little oasis of calm amid bustle of Livorno. This time around, Marisa pointed out the little boat ‘garages’ that lay along the canals, adding colour to the scenes.

There is a photo above of Livorno’s Piazza della Repubblica (yes, the name is not just confined to Florence). You’ll see the little archway under which water flows? Well, that goes all the way to the other side of the square and feeds the ‘New Venice’ quarter of Livorno’s canals. Some call this Piazza della Repubblica the widest bridge in Europe, as a result.

When we were done with the fortress, we had quite a hunger on us then, and needed to grab something for lunch. Instead of going for views, we went for quality of food, and found Dietro l’Angolo, a Livornese specialist restaurant and, as it turns out, one that serves the best food we have had in Livorno – plus it’s fun! Niamh and I knew we were going to be eating later that evening and so eased up on our order. I had deep fried anchovies, and shared a collection of polpette (balls of beef, fish and veg). The beef ones were tasty and spicyish, and the fish were nice too, but I’d have to give the rosette to (incredibly for me) the vegetarian ones. They were delicious. But I loved the fried anchovies!

We had been sat next to a group of four people, who were evidently hungrier than we were, because at one stage, the owner/manager came out and excused herself before ringing a manual bell on a rope. This heralded not only a fright from us, but the entrance (onto the street) of an enormous bowl of cacciuco – Livornese fish stew. There were legs and claws poking everywhere! The people who ordered it seemed to like it, and each received a badge from the restaurant! A good and funny thing to do.

When we finished, we praised the food and the interior, and what do you know, after a brief bit of hesitation, we got our badges too! We went back to the car, but instead of heading home, we introduced Marisa to Terrazza Mascagni – Livorno’s bewildering checkered tiled coastal terrace. She was blown away by it, and remembered a friend of hers stayed in the nearby Grand Hotel Palazzo. We stayed awhile, admiring the bravery of the bathers in the natural bay and took a few selfies, before heading home.

We drove back over the mountains. It’s a route I have a love/hate relationship with, because although the first half has views back towards the sea and you get to drive through the cute towns of either Castellina Marittima or Castelnuovo della Misericordia, depending your route – the second half’s road is narrow, winding and in places subsided. Additionally, it’s tree-lined, which sounds fab, but I know the views that the trees are blocking (all the way across the Southwestern part of the Val d’Era and the Val di Cecina, and I’m gutted!

Here’s Marisa’s video of the day out to Livorno. Mine will be linked in a later blog.

After the lengthy drive, we chilled, before heading out again for dinner in Ristorante Etruria. It is very definitely one of the more touristy restaurants (it’s temporarily closed at the time of writing this – December 2024), but I like their Zuppa alla Volterrana and Niamh their Parmigiana di Melanazane. They often welcome us with a glass of fizz, a plate of salted flatbread and, after paying the bill, a half-bottle of Chianti It’s a good way to retain clients. Anyway – we enjoyed ourseves!

Thanks for reading to the end. I hope you enjoyed it – but let me know if you would like to see anything covered!

A Lazy Few Days Mostly in Volterra (02-05/09/2023)

Unsurprisingly, we came back!

And what a day to come back to! There were multiple celebrations on the 2nd of September:

It’s our wedding anniversary
We came back to Volterra
Lajatico had its annual ‘foods of the world’ festival
It was Volterra’s White Night

It was kind of the locals to throw those two festivals on for us to help celebrate our anniversary. As we’d seen a bit of Volterra, we decided to take our friend and head over to Lajatico in the baseless hope that there’d be some Asian food to be had. There wasn’t any, but we found Lajatico to be buzzing with life and had some nice Ukranian and Romanian grub anyway!

But first, our car. We hired the car and drove it away without incident to Volterra, but due to it being parallel parked when we found it, rather than being in its own bay, we failed to spot damage to one of the front corners. We only saw it after parking in Volterra. LESSON: ALWAYS check your car fully for damage. Anyway – we did try to contact company and couldn’t get anyone on the local number, but were just told to document the damage by their head office, and were told no more. I began to get paranoid, as you often hear horror stories about some rental companies scamming people, and it resulted in me making a complete arse of myself when we returned the car – but more of that in a later blog.

Still mortified that we failed to spot this

We did land in the afternoon, and before going to Lajatico, had a nibble at Volaterra – and, of course, a cheeky Aperol, gelato (from L’Isola del Gusto) and explore.

Anyway, to Lajatico.

We had to park in a sportsground and walk 7 or 8 minutes into town. I papped some sights on the way in.

The ticket ‘office’ was on the way in, and you could either just wander in, or you could buy yourself a neat little pack of some credit stamps for stalls and wooden cutlery, all in a neato mini-tote back that could go about your neck. We all indulged, and were only together for maybe 5 minutes of the first 30 we were there, as we scattered looking for food we’d like. I’d never been in Lajatico at night, and it’s a pretty place – as it is during the daytime.

If I had one complaint, it’s that it was incredibly crowded – in particular at the food stalls. We still managed to get some grub in!

We sat near a well at the bottom of the road, and enjoyed the street entertainment.

We were there for a couple of hours, but then headed home. To chaos. Volterra was celebrating a white night, which meant there were no parking spots to be had. Not at either of our usual residents’ carparks. I had every intention of looking for more places by driving through town, but roadsigns and crowds completely impeded my route down Via Minzoni, and I had to park there, rather illicitly, as there was no way I was reversing all the way back down.

Instead we had a couple of drinks at Volaterra, noted that the concert in the main piazza was a ticket only affair. Everywhere, people were dressed in white, and tons of shops and bars stayed open until the small hours of the morning.

There’s not much more to the week, as we worked most of it. Niamh took one day off to replaster and repaint parts of a damaged outside wall. Check it out in the video near the bottom of this blog. But before that, the week consisted of walks, working and the stuffing of our faces. During one day, we went to Poggibonsi to pick up plaster and paints for Niamh, and stopped in an inoccuous looking restaurant on the side of the road in the industrial outskirts. Inside a lot of the food was based on wine, and was really delicious – Bottega Torciano! Here’s a large collection of photos:

Check out the video below for highlights, plus a look at some of Niamh’s handywork!

Are you a liar, or just pleased to see me? Weekend, Part 2 (06/08/2023)

Carlo Lorenzini was born in Florence in 1826. He wrote about a marionette which was carved in a Tuscan Village, came to life, and whose nose grew whenever he told lies, and who gets into all sorts of adventures which grant him wisdom and cause him to become a real human. Lorenzini’s mother was from a village called Collodi, and he took his pen name and became Carlo Collodi.

Today, we would be visiting Collodi to check it out, maybe take in the Pinocchio memorabilia and definitely visit the Garzoni Gardens. It is this latter feature that now makes me remember Collodi fondly. It is one of those rare occasions where I don’t regret falling so far behind in getting this blogs out (I’ve started writing this on Sept 28th 2024!). At the time, I was a little annoyed with some aspects of our visit, and vowed never to return – but that was in the heat of the moment – there are some lovely parts too. Read on!

It’s a chunky 90-minute drive from Volterra, but pleasant, and we found a parking spot handily enough. A couple of sculptures caught our attention as soon as we got out of the car.

First things first: we were hungry and it was time for lunch! We walked past the best reviewed place, as we knew we were going to be eating fancily later on. We went to one of the pizza places – Ristorante Pizzeria da Geppetto, skipping past the entrance to Pinocchio Park for kids. Yeah, I know – this whole quarter of the town is something of a trap, but sadly it’s a picture of faded glory, save for the magnificent view of Collodi Castello and the old narrow village behind it. The food was ok.

Once sated, we we walked to our main target – the Garzoni Gardens, with a view to getting to Castello Collodi and the old village behind it. It was a quiet enough day, and there was only one other couple ahead of us in the queue to what we thought was the ticket booth. We rocked up and out came my wallet. “Two tickets to the gardens, please!”. Nope. The actual ticket booth was back at the kiddies park, so, slightly annoyed, we traipsed back to a slightly longer queue of two couples. We explained that we only wanted tickets to the gardens, and avoided the upsell to visit the park as well (no way were we as unaccompanied adults walking through a kids’ park!). While discussing, one of the park attendants came in and made a park-wide announcement over the PA system. The poor dude was dressed like a Christmas elf and his announcement was so sincere, that I had to pour a lot of my energy in to not cracking up.

Anyway, we walked back to the gardens with tickets in-hand, and headed through. The place, in fairness, was stunning!

Then we came across the gem of the park – the lepidopterarium (Butterfly house). It also contained some lizards and birds, but it was chiefly for butterflies and moths. We know someone who is Lepidoterophobic, so this place would have been a nightmare. The downside of it? It was very hot and humid inside.

It was a wonderful mini distraction within the garden. Once we’d escaped the sweatbox, we thought – well if we’re already sweaty, we might as well attempt the climb up to the Castello.

So, we climbed up the enormous stepped font, remembering occasionally to look back!

While walking up, I noticed that there were one or two offshoots leading into thickets. I wandered briefly down one of them and found goats in an enclosure. Why didn’t I take a shot? I have no idea. I don’t even have video… anyway – silly me. We eventually reached the top and made our way on more level ground on the picturesque path.

A sweaty mess, we finally reached the castle… and experienced overwhelming disappointment – for a couple of reasons. Firstly, the castle seemed to be in no way, shape or form open – at least from this direction. Secondly, I knew there was a lovely, if hilly, little hamlet directly behind it which we would have explored had we been able to get through the castle or its grounds. But we couldn’t see any way through at all. To visit the village, we’d have to wander back down, and take the adjoining road all the way back up again. By the time we’d reach the village, our parking would be out of credit, so, disappointed, we headed back down. The bamboo mini-forest we went through was kinda cute at least, though.

As compensation, we stopped at a little bar by the riverside – more or less opposite the entrance to the gardens, and I have to say this was a cute place. We both had a yummy crema al café!

Below you can find a youtube video of the above, and the previous blog!

That night we had our meal in La Vecchia Lira – and it was lovely, per usual!

We were flying home the next evening, so we could hang around for a little while and have lunch at Porgi l’Altra Pancia! And after that – home – but we’d be back (che sorpresa!) a few weeks later!

A Madly Expensive and Busy Long Weekend Part 1 (03/08-05/08/2023)

Oh yeah! I’d almost forgotten that we decided to splurge on a long weekend back in Italy. It was the August bank holiday in Ireland, so we used that Monday to bolster our weekend.

We flew out the Thursday evening, and arrived in Volterra half past midnight.

Friday, August 4th
We did a lot this weekend to maximise the money-to-fun ratio, and so sleep may have suffered. We found ourselves on the go a lot. So, our first date was in Bagno Perla beach club in Castliglione della Pescaia (parking). We met our friend by the entrance to her apartment stupid early, and had a quick breakfast at L’Incontro. Then we walked to our rental and drove the ninety minutes to Castiglione – a lovely village on the coast (duh), with a rare old-town feel. It’s a bit of a walk from the carpark, but parking is tricky elsewhere in the town – plus at least the carpark leaves you close to the centre of the town itself, which was to be our target afterwards.

Unsurprisingly, we did beachy stuff at the beach. I stood among the waves in the warm water. The strand goes out about 30 or so meters before you have to worry about floating, and unlike many Tuscan beaches, the sand is silky smooth. I cannot swim. I cannot even float. I know people say they cannot swim but they can at least float or doggy-paddle. Not I. So it’s a big deal for me to get out there.

They have a restaurant at the beach club too… don’t expect anything haute – but it does it’s job more than adequately.

Back to the beach for a couple of hours. Our friend could stay there all day (thereby getting best value for money from the rental of seats/beds/parasols.

But Niamh and I have to do something else – something different after a while. We have no patience for just lying there. We walked back and had a wander about the town. Once done, we stopped off at a bar on the main street for a spritz… which was nice, but the service was a little south of friendly. While we were there, we were caught in the mother and father of all downpours! Leaving that establishment, we thought we’d check out the menu of an Irish bar there – we had no real intention of eating there, as we had our sights on a burger bar. The food wasn’t Irish really, but at least the beer was!

Downpour – check out the early part of the video towards the bottom of the blog

Afterwards it was off to the burger bar for a tasty treat. The bar has since moved to Florence, and rumour has it that it’s not as good as it was, so no names dropped here. The bar wasn’t opened yet, so we went into the hotel bar opposite, where a few locals were hanging out, and had another spritz.

The burger bar opened and our friend reacquainted herself with the owner – we made our order and got our burgers. They were every bit as good as they looked!

Once done there, we (that is to say ‘I’) had the arduous task of driving us home. No staying overnight – we did that later in September, though.

I left the ladies off and parked at in the free area, as the resident’s carpark was full. Awesome times!

Saturday, August 5th
A day of travelling and exploring was in store for us!

I did start the day with one of my trademarked walks, although I kept it brief and inside the walls.

Walked, breakfasted, showered and off we went. We’d harboured significant interest in the forested areas around the Val di Cornia recently, and headed off in that direction again this time. We wound our way through a metric ton of mini-valleys, and saw a town in the distance: Gerfalco. I didn’t see much in the way of anywhere to eat after an explore, though. Sorry, Gerfalco – maybe another time. Checking Google now, I see the Cirolo looks like it serves antipasti and sandwiches – so I’ll put it back on my map. But for now, it was on to the larger town on the other side of the valley: Montieri (parking).

I got a good vibe from Montieri from the get-go. There are fab views into the forests below (check the video), and by the time we reached the heart of the town, we saw that the town seemed to have a good sense of community. There was a group of guys sitting in the curved main part of the town, all chatting, gossiping and generally enjoying each others’ company. There was a bar and a restaurant – only the former of which was open then. The restaurant was due to open, however, and so we spent the time going up and down Montieri’s hills, and exploring its nooks and crannies.

The one thing I will say that marks Montieri as being quite different to most other towns we’ve explored, is that it’s rather grey. So, rather than the amber of tufa, the houses were made of a different, more rugged stone. Even the flagstones on the roads and paths were different. Different is good, and so we enjoyed our time nosing around.

It was lunchtime, and exploring a hilltown can be hungry and tiring work, so it was off to a restaurant in the middle of town: Il Baccanale. Once inside, we were given placemats, giving a brief history of the town, which was a cool little feature. It told us that the silver of which the Volterran medieval currency (the ‘Grosso’) was made was mined nearby. If you attend Volterra’s annual Medieval Festivals, you can use the Grosso as currency at it, instead of Euros.

I don’t want to harp on about a placemat, but it was a super idea!

Niamh and I shared an antipasto plate, and followed it up with tagliatelle al ragu (Niamh) and a traditional Tuscan plate of sausages and beans (me). The food was nice, and the people lovely. Worth a spin if you’re in the area.

A bit more sauce with the beans would have been better

Once fed, it was time to move on and explore another wee town: Sovicille. It was a 45 minute drive from Montieri, but we nearly stopped at Chiusidino as there seemed to have been some sort of festival on. Unfortunately, there was simply nowhere to park and it was on to Sovicille. We parked, and walked about the town.

There were almost no people about, and so the town, as well as being small, was also incredibly quiet. It was certainly warmer than Montieri. It was pretty – especially the central square in which we stopped for a quick drink before finishing up. There was little else to it, to be honest, apart from a large building we were unsure as to whether it was a hotel, stately home or collection of apartment. A lovely setting, if not a particularly lively setting.

Back to Volterra, and the the rest of the day, consisted of gelato, aperitivi and food. I don’t have much else to say about it, but please do enjoy the photos – some of which of the sunset are fabulous!