|We never did find the track to the hill-top village|
|Gill scoots up-hill|
|A Funicular connects the hill village to Montecatini Terme below|
|Put there just to add a bit of 'La Dolce Vita' style|
Next day, we did a bit of washing in the morning, had a relaxed long lunch in the main square of Montecatini Alto, wobbled home, stared at the view from our pitch, Gill magicked a Moroccan style couscous dish, watched an episode of Borgen, and suddenly we were sleepy... time for bed.
|We parked the bikes in the main square|
|headed towards the parish church and famous clock tower|
|taking a walk through some lovely, but steep alleyways|
|The clock has an old style face which only chimes every six hours - don't understand!|
|The medieval church had a late 18th century make-over.|
|Lots of paintings in the interior of ecstatic saints and suffering martyrs - but I liked the sweet simplicity of this little putti.|
|We ignored the pizza menu and went for panini with local ham and cheese.|
|Mine looked small on the menu picture - on arrival it could have fed a family|
|No space for pud - anyway Pinocchio ice-cream is just too weird.|
We have not been back a week yet, but already we have slipped into the Moho zone's sedate space/time - a soporific everlasting now.