It was an extraordinarily wet spring in Puglia, and suddenly I found myself standing waist-deep in a field of Puglia wildflowers.
They’re not just in the fields, they’ve conquered the beachheads as well.
The vineyards are flooded, although beautifully. This is just off the road. We stopped the car, I got out and was mesmerized by the scene. Cars honked because the car couldn’t be pulled off the road entirely, but heck, worth it.
Those red European poppies really make a picture snap. When the leaves are young, they are eaten in salads.
Why come to Puglia in late April or early May? Need I say more? Perhaps you need a Puglia Map and Guide