This is Tuscany. You stop, have a look around and immediately you have 50 door photos.
And not much else. Luckily, I’m a fan.
No need to worry, they will keep on coming, the doors of Tuscany. Torri near Siena, the town of the lovely Abbey of Santa Mustiola from last Thursday, is an old village and it shows. There are No Facilities of any kind there as is the Norm in these old towns. (See what I did there?)
We were thirsty but the man who came out of the house suddenly, and almost bumped into my camera pointed at his door, said there was nowhere to have a drink. For a while now.
In other news, last evening it started snowing AGAIN after Monday’s surprise that soon melted (proof here). Amore promptly cancelled work. And today, as I was looking forward to go and make a snowman, I saw only wetness outside, no trace of snow left.
Too bad, just as I was starting to get used to it, waiting for Italians to turn more mellow and introverted, like a proper Scandinavian nation. 😉