San Gimignano is a small town an hour south of Florence that is mostly known for all its towers. The families of the town went a bit crazy and buildt towers to prove how rich they were, the higher the richer. They now have 25 towers still standing, nothing ever ends in Italy. Victoria came with us to se this strange town.

I couldn’t get enough of the landscape.

Freshly clipped olive grove.

I love flowers on a bare branch.

Every town in Italy is placed on a hill.

In the back you see the old town.

First coffee of the day.

I liked San Gimignano mostly because it looked like people actually lived there.

The biggest alperose (English name?) I have ever seen.

Door hammers were serious business.

Towers and stairs

Towering over me 😉

A very old door.

Town hill.

This was the venue of our second lunch. The first one was not good enough to photograph, but this place was wonderful. Not only did they have flowers on every wall, but also the best bruscetta in the world.

Italians do simple food, bread and olive oil. I could have lived my whole life eating just that.

Bruscetta! Which really is just toast with tomatoes, traditionally. They just do it so well.