Under the Tuscan Sun; the honeymoon, day 6

Luciano slept well, as did we, and we awoke to him being hungry and letting us know exactly how he felt about it.

We spoke to Emy and there was no news on adoption, and so we decided to head out after giving the kitty another feed and hoping he would be ok.



After looking at the map, we decided to head to a trio of towns far in the south of the region, and it would be a pleasant one and a half hour drive to get there. We drove down the roman road which we can see from our balcony, and so on to Grosseto. We then drove along the Autostrada for a while before heading inland and into the hills again towards Sovana.



Sovana was an Etruscan town, all cobbled streets and little houses; pretty enough, and as it neared lunchtime we chose a nice looking place and had lunch. Just the usual simple things; antipasto, brucsetti and wild boar ribs for main. It was all we needed, the ribs were a real small portion, but it was really good.



We did try to buy some local wine in a bar, but the girl serving was more interested in talking on her mobile and so we went elsewhere.



Sorano was a much different place. Built on the edge of a cliff overlooking a verdant valley, it was a miracle that it was ever built, and another that people live there. There is a stunning new road built down one side of the gorge and up into the town; blasted out of solid rocks and twisting and turning in very tight curves as it went up and down.



The town itself is a rabbit warren of narrow alleyways and stairs, with people living here still, and living a modern life. Being the end of season, we had the town pretty much to ourselves, and how wonderful that was in the autumnal sunshine. The alleyways lead to another panoramica, and what views as on three sides there was a green gorge, and on the rocks below, the town itself; all terracotta tiles and TV aerials. It looked like something out of a dream to be honest, and I past just a couple of people on the way down.



We stopped for a coffee and an iced tea before the journey back; and what a journey, as we passed another stunning town, also perched on the edge of the gorge; Pitigliano looking like another fairy story come to life. We had ran out of time to call in, but did stop a couple of times to take pictures; and then back in the car for the 45 minutes descent to the plain via the usual twisty road and through villages perched on top of more hills.



Emy has told us the cat has a home; in Florence with his Mother. We say goodbye in the morning to him.