A quiet afternoon in late winter there was the idea of \u200b\u200bmaking a door gitarella out beyond the borders of the region, in Tuscany, to visit and meet the colorful Park of the Tarot ... which, however, we would never have arrived! The day started immediately with a number of incidents, as the laziness of some and the lack of other safe driving brought us to within five boxed in a tiny Twingo, a species revival of departure for the summer '60, with the baby boomers that fits in kind of sardine cans, while defined machines, and travel hundreds of miles in travel conditions comparable to those of a Pakistani taxi-day!
The tragedy, widely heralded by the presence of gray clouds looking very reassuring to the mountains north of Rome, began to wear sull'A12, the Rome-Civitavecchia, when our overcrowded car like a cattle wagon is hit by a violent downpour at Civitavecchia ... discussion a little 'to do, want the inconvenience of travel, you definitely bad for the time we're all a bit' disheartening and destructive ... No one has more desire to go to Tuscany, but at the same time, no one wants to give up and he sadly back to the capital ... What to do? We leave the highway and general uncertainty, including, the Via Aurelia, we begin to look carefully at the names of villages and hamlets we pass before your eyes ... then We opt for a change of plan, we will choose a village at random in the area and that God send us good! Initially, we lean to Tarquinia, but we were outside opening hours of the Etruscan necropolis, also we had been more or less, and then continue to "dart" (so to speak, I should say "trudge" seen weight did not matter supported by the Twingo, which is already a fast car of his own, let alone when it is overloaded). We take the SP3-fifths, or Road of Tarquinia, a bucolic road through the hills, fields and woods, until you reach the village of Tuscania. We decide to stop there, hit by name, place of isolation and the beautiful views offered by way of Tarquinia!
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| Tuscania is a town suspended in time |
parked just outside the walls and we head to foot in the old town, under a leaden sky that does not bode well, and occasional drizzle a few minutes. The change of destination turns out to be a right decision ... We can, in fact, wandering around the alleys and streets of the city without old that the rain will give us too much trouble ...
We go through the old walls Porta di Poggio, the dark clouds to the atmosphere of a special color, almost as if the old town was suspended beyond time and space ... Some small element of modernity here and there, a car, a road sign, a lantern show us that we are in XXI century, but losing between the manicured streets I do not think we would have much surprised if we saw some knight to turn a remote corner!
proceed happily in the quiet of the place and found the Church of S. Mark Fountain Montascide, then take Via Cavour and Via del Rivellino to reach the other end of town, where there are Rivellino Theatre and the Fountain of the 7 taps. It's like being in a country of fairy tales, kept in great detail, clean, neat ... Obviously, we, unlike the coast, people are civil and takes care of things around! But oh well, el'inciviltà the rudeness of many people deserve a speech aside, it would be pointless to dwell having regard to its unjustifiably!
continue along the wall and contemplate the complex from S. Francis and the Ancient Via Clodia, the area of \u200b\u200bthe Basin Park is one of my favorites, with those paths that wind along the walls, where you can enjoy a breathtaking view, the inevitable old ladies sitting outside chatting and extreme care the decorations and the green houses and streets, adorned with plants and flowers.
The inclement weather gives us the right time for another walk to Via XII Settembre, which leads us to re-cross diametrically the old town, passing through the Fountain of Poggio and the Cathedral of St. James, when, while oziamo front of the Palazzo della Meridiana, suddenly breaks out Flood unexpected! We dive travel in the first bar we meet for a drink forced open air, but under an awning that shelters us! The rest turns out fun, we meet at the next table of the painter / poet local Massimo Lippi, who, obviously drunk, introduces us to two Austrian patrons who had just bought some of his work and with whom he was celebrating with a lavish libations based prosecco! The Sor Max is attracted by young people, it seems, and began immediately to talk with us about this and that, often jumping and making bread in bough Oretta spend a pleasant cheerful, protected under the shower, watched over by the grim look of the maid and from the shock of a couple of other patrons, apparently not natives of the place, given the fame and reputation of the country in Sor Massimo!
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| La Meridiana, one of our landmarks |
starts to get late, unfortunately The winter days are long and not as delicious as summer ... The darkness falls early, and although the downpour has given way to a light drizzle, but persistent and annoying, you reboot the machine trotting satisfied of having discovered, almost by chance , a place so charming, calm ... The only gripe is not having been able to visit the Etruscan necropolis, closed in the afternoon, but maybe it's just an excuse to be able to return soon ...
As usual, some useful links to historical / About Tuscania:
(in this article even mentioned our friend Massimo Lippi, who made our visit even more memorable by Sor Massimo!)