With sandwiches polished off and the rain stopped, we left Sig sitting patiently behind the counter waiting for the next customer and another heavy metal song blaring away. I suppose after 233 years of your family being in the same village, why rush?
We meandered towards the centre of the village and with Ouisie begging for cream we headed to Gelateria di Piazza. Serio Dondoli is the Master of the gelato at this popular spot. Don’t be surprised if the queue is winding down the piazza! We all tried different flavours and enjoyed our connis in the adjoining Piazza della Cisterna.
I found it interesting how even then, the number of floors depicted an individual’s wealth and social status. Today of the 72 towers, just 14 remain and only the Torre Grossa tower can be climbed. With our daughter in tow, we skipped the 17 story walk up.
♥staring up at the village’s magnificent towers ♥ Sig’s slow pace♥