One year on one of our wanderings in Italy, we landed in the midst of an extraordinarily wet spring in Puglia, and suddenly I found myself standing waist-deep in a field of Puglia wildflowers with my camera in hand.
They weren’t just in the fields, they had conquered the beachheads as well.
The vineyards were flooded, although beautifully. This picture was taken 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, it was 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