Il calzolaio e la donna coi baffi

by Lorenzo Piccoli


Stefania and I are hitting the road for a two week trip through centre and southerh Italy.

Yesterday we drove 480 km and got to Perugia after having lunch at the Abbey over Passignano, on the Lake of Transimeno, where a few centuries ago Hannibal slaughtered the Roman army on his way to Rome. The place is now quiet and full of olive trees.

Perugia is small and pretty – can I use pretty for a city? ‘Beautiful’ would be too much, ‘nice’ too little. It is surprisingly high on the sea, as it is built on the top of a hill and is sorrounded by ancient Etruscan walls and churches.

The same applies to Orvieto, the little medieval town where we drove today to meet Marco and Leila, who were coming up from Rome. The town is small and full of surprises, good food, and tourists. I was quite amazed by the Pozzo di San Patrizio, where you walk 52 meters deep into the ground. I was sure this was the deepest dwell I had ever visited, just to find out from my father I had been here already ten years ago.

We did not have time to visit Todi and Gubbio, but these look like small and fascinating Umbrian towns dominating the surroundings.

Today we added 200km to our count. We will leave Umbria tomorrow: after visiting Assisi we will head to san Salvo in Abruzzo.

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