The sun is shining, the air is cool, they are selling piles of cheap clothes in Piazza Santa Spirito and the tourists are sitting on the steps of the church as usual.
I bought some vegetables to make a salad (something I haven't had for three and a half months) from the contadina in the piazza, who assures me that everything she sells is absolutely exquisite. I just hope she doesn't used pesticides.
The train journey from Roma to Florence was a reminder of just how beautiful the Italian countryside is, even when the trees are bare, at the end of the winter. Gentle wooded hills, rolling green fields, olive groves and cypress trees, ancient hill top towns all passed by the windows of the train, as the sun went down and the clouds turned pink.
I bought some vegetables to make a salad (something I haven't had for three and a half months) from the contadina in the piazza, who assures me that everything she sells is absolutely exquisite. I just hope she doesn't used pesticides.
The train journey from Roma to Florence was a reminder of just how beautiful the Italian countryside is, even when the trees are bare, at the end of the winter. Gentle wooded hills, rolling green fields, olive groves and cypress trees, ancient hill top towns all passed by the windows of the train, as the sun went down and the clouds turned pink.
