Moving up through Tuscany

The last few days in Lazio bring Italian life to the fore. Firstly dinner at Il Ponto restaurant overlooking the stranded village of Civita do Bagnoregio linked to the ‘mainland’ by the long pedestrian bridge.

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The following day is spent enjoying the space that is Vittorio & Beatrice’s home- they live in the far side during the summer & leave their guests in privacy to enjoy the rest of the house & the pool.



They ask us to join them for the evening at Beatrice’s parents home across the valley. A group of young opera singers have joined their mentor to train their voices and family & friends are treated to a performance on the terrace under the stars. A bass sings four cantatas and then we all join in with a song sheet in Italian – not quite to Rock Choir standard! This is followed by a traditional meal for the 17 of us including lasagna, potato & beetroot & copious amounts of the local red wine. I am now a convert to cow mozzarella.


It is with sadness that we leave Vittorio & Beatrice the following day. We came as guests and left as friends.

We drive across the farmland of Lazio, the scenery becoming less wooded as we move north via the Abbazia di Monte Oliveto Maggiore providing a haven of shade from the parched landscape of southern Tuscany-not that there were many monks in evidence; just the well heeled clientele at the exclusive restaurant.

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It is then across the dry scraped landscape of Tuscany towards Umbria. Parched rolling farmland split only by lines of telephone wires, clusters of olive trees & vines, bubbles of mixed woodland, farm buildings ancient & modern and that quentissential feature of rural Italy – the lines & rows of cypress trees. But then on a hill in the distance appears the silhouette of a tower or a spire or fortifications with modern houses & flats huddled around its base. Around the next bend another similar settlement appears to continually reassure that life has gone on in this way for centuries.

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The drive ends in Umbria where the scenery changes yet again with wooded hills leaving wide fertile river valleys in between and large fields of tobacco & corn.


A chance sighting opens up Montefiascone



Driving through the Lazio countryside we catch a glimpse of Montefiascone through the olive & fruit trees. The duomo rears up high, perched on the rim of an old volcano and dominates the skyline. The car seems to turn in that direction automatically.

Taking the lift up from the carpark (yes, lift) the small Etruscan old town is like going back in time. Up close the 17th century duomo is equally impressive as it is from a distance. This is yet another landmark on the pilgrim route that links Canterbury & Rome – the Via Francigena.

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Everyday life of modern Italians is evident throughout the mediaeval streets that crowd around the duomo.

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The surprise, having snaked a route through the shadows of these narrow alleys is arriving at the western gate to see the whole of Lake Bolzano & surrounding countryside spread out before you in the glorious colours of the setting sun which sets up shadows to give an extra dimension to the landscape & atmosphere.

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As always, the town square is the hub of all the streets & alleys and of town life. The omnipresent fountain provides the focal point for whiling away time or chatting or just sitting to contemplate the day. I like this guy- people come to him!!20140828163200_IMG_2750






Lago di Bolsena has it all

We have the sat nav to thank for discovering this place. Having decided to drive towards the coast we drop down to Lake Bolsena, the largest in Lazio & occupying a broad volcanic crater with its own microclimate around its shore where vines & olive trees grow in the fertile soil. The town of Bolsena has elegant avenues of huge deciduous trees leading to the shore, mediaeval nooks & alleyways running off the main drag and a 14th century castle perched over the western edge of a ridge overlooking the lake. The history dates back to Roman & Etruscan times. Dante praised the quality of the eels caught by local fishermen along with perch & pike, all of which feature highly on local menus!

So enjoy these images of the town & the lakeside.

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As dusk falls  & the sun starts to set a quiet promenade is required through the avenue of large trees to the lakeside. A quiet beer on the ‘beach’ to watch the locals fish & catch the last few rays before dinner in the trattoria on its own small pier over the water. Aaaahhhh!!!

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People watching in the Piazza delle Erbe in Viterbo

The old town of Viterbo is contained within tall walls & towers. Streets lead down from the gates, which take cars in single file, through dark, narrow streets fronted by tall terraced buildings to the ancient heart of piazzas, churches, town offices & the duomo.





The old mixes with the new – look closely at this one; which Tom is peeping?


The Piazza delle Erbe is a small square at the centre of the town with a fountain in the middle where five streets meet, including the main shopping stretch, and edged by cafes & gelateria. Locals of all ages pass & settle & gossip & chatter on their evening passeggiata dressed to kill in their classy glad rags and many with the indispensable accessory of a gelato.

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On our doorstep – the village of Bagnoregio

After a day chilling out at the house (more another time) to get over the days of driving, a small journey is called for to the nearest place of any size which has supplies – Bagnoregio. This is an ordinary, busy place which hides a nugget at the far end. Tatty houses & simple shops line the main road and up from here stretches a cobbled street along a ridge with narrow streets branching off on either side. These play host to the houses intermixed with simple churches & piazzas and to the local population of all ages who hang about chatting in the shade as all Italians seem to do – the men together at the bar, the older ladies on benches in the piazzas, people hanging out of windows watching the world go by and families pushing prams & children riding around on bikes linking it all together.



“Well I’m going this way”






And then the nugget – the tiny village of Civita do Bagnoregio high above the surrounding canyons on a pillar of soft rocks that are being eroded away. The only way to reach the precariously balanced houses is by a 20 minute walk along a viaduct. More on this another day.


Italy revisited – Tuscany, Umbria & Lazio

Driving down through France heading for the tunnels through the Alps, the first sign that the splendours of Italy await is the rear of Mt Blanc standing guard on the border. Once through its dim, subterranean dual carriage way the glories of the Italian Alps beckon you further in.



The first thing that has to be done once over the border is to find the prettiest of places & stop for lunch & explore.



Rabbit salad with a glass of ice cold rose on the shore of Lake Orta. This is one of the smallest of the Italian lakes, surrounded by mountains. It is as if Walt Disney has taken the place over to typify all that is Italian beauty. Picturesque old villages nestle around the shore cry out to be expored.





The pivotal sight is that of the island of San Giulio which can be seen from every spot on the shore. Only 275m x 140m it oozes  a mixture of  scruffy elegance & class & history & religion & the Italian way of doing things.


A day in Dubrovnik

A day is not enough time to explore all the corners & streets & churches & museums in this fortified medieval city. The onslaught of the big cruise ships & the land based tourists makes for tedious congestion in the streets & on the walls. Nevertheless Dubrovnik has a sense of history, both ancient & recent with pockets of charm, shade, music & elegance. Sadly most is designed to rip off the tourist. Ignore that & enjoy the twisting alleys & steps & the glittering Adriatic is always a backdrop.





Someone has to clean the windows & polished the dome!!



Before lunch we purchase a ticket from this lovely lady for a cruise around the harbour & nearby island skippered by this not so lovely gentleman.



See, I do take piccies of younger people occasionally! On the rocks on the far side of the island the meerkats stand & play.





After a very classy lunch of sea bream with black truffle sauce I take in the views of the city from the surrounding walls.





Then we say a sad goodbye to Marko & Igor, our two Serbian drivers, and B our guide, as we settle down for our last night in Cavtat, just down the coast, before flying home in the morning.

Time in Trebinje

I have to share these images from last night. Mostar & the bridge at night.



Then, coming out of the restaurant I am greeted by Horns of Plenty. Only a slightly younger version maybe but the same red & black and the same street music. A wonderful end to the evening.



A drive through scrubby mountains & farmed glacial valleys brings us to Trebinje – no tourist tat, few sights yet charming as an ordinary Bosnian town.



Anyone want to buy my honey?


You never know who is looking over your shoulder when you’re on a big restoration project.


Then off to your monastery of the day – the charming 15 centuruy Tvrdos Monastery which has the extra attraction of making its own high quality wine!




Drive along the banks of the Neretva River to Mostar in Herzegovina

The river splits the city of Mostar with Croats on one side and Muslims on the other. The city saw intense fighting during the civil war & still carries the scars with bombed buildings, shell holes & bullet marks throughout. The bridges were bombed and destroyed and were only rebuilt in their original style in 2004.


The local boys show off to tourists by diving from the centre some 20 metres from the 13° water below. These guys seem to just hang about – doubt if they done much diving recently.


Some locals like a more chilled Sunday.


More my cup of tea ( rather coffee). Around the bridge cobbled streets pack in bars & restaurants & tat shops.



Then on the Muslim side we find the shade & solitude of a traditional Ottoman house.



Saturday sunshine brings out the best of Sarajevo

A day for the men to chill & hang out with the boys.




And then there is the meeting of the grand masters of chess. Come rain or shine the competition attracts an audience & feelings can get the better of any participant.


Every move is studied & analysised.





And the knight is taken. I have no idea who is actually playing but there is a lot of shouting & the giving & rejecting of advice.

A few images of Sarajevo in the sunshine:




These two lovely ladies are serving the traditional dish of sirinica – layers of puff pastry with cheese or spinach or minced meat in between; well actually many, many layers of pastry with crumbs of the flavoured ingredient in between. Served with glasses of yogurt by an unsmiling & over hassled grump on right. Hmmmmm. Yum!


Across the border to Sarajevo in Bosnia Herzegovina

On the way we cross the Drina River by the bridge at Visegrad. Google it as has so much history since the Ottoman Turks built it in 16 century.



Then on to Sarajevo, the cultural heart of Bosnia Herzegovina. A small, bustling city where Muslims, Catholics, Jews & Eastern Orthodox & their places of worship mix amongst winding alleys & covered markets. Mix in a few tourists and add some Turkish bazaars & a flavour of Moroccan souks and you get a bustling, glittering and in places elegant city.




Poverty & the scars of war are never too far away.


The cathedral and Gazi Hursev Hey Mosque are around the corner from each other.



Some local ladies.



And a flourishing cafe culture attracts all the with it, cool set.