Ok, I’m counting the days until I return to the idyllic and pastoral wonderland of the Lunigiana. The count is now at 11.
I seldom go in Spring, especially this early. I expect flowers. Sure, you can see flowers in villages at pretty much any time of year. The evidence is in the picture of summer flowers over a passageway in Bagnone, a cute Lunigiana village.
It’s the flowers, the open air markets, the variety of salami that I miss. It’s not something you can explain to people who haven’t experienced shopping outside of a huge warehouse store where you can have your choice of 27 different designs on your toilet paper but only one choice of salami. I like the ratio reversed. It’s not what comes out that’s important, it’s what goes in.
Maybe it’s just me.