In the land of towers

The spectacle of the towers soaring upwards as if wanting to compete with the flight of birds, the artisan workshops full of useful and useless things, the Tuscan cured meats with their scent in the alleys of the town, wild boar sausages, red wine, and Siena so close by. Noble land, where time flows slowly, where one gladly lingers chatting in an osteria by the fire (or "di foco" as they say here). A day of full relaxation, also due to the fact that off-season you savour everything better.