Awoke to a white noise of street sounds on the old cobbled streets below our room: Vespas and small trucks transporting locals and their deliveries; pedestrians in search of capuccini; a rollie bag coming or going; a swarm of swallows feasting above.
Off into the Tuscan hills today. First stop was hilly Volterra...famous for its alabaster. Parking was scarce (but free), so we ended up at a dusty lot down the hill a bit. Turns out our lot was near an old town fountain and one of the old city gates. Steep stairway to start our visit. 80 degree temps and sun. A rooster was crowing along the city wall.

































