After eight years in Tuscany maybe it’s time to visit San Gimignano, I said to myself, packed uncle and bestia on Thursday and off we went, after a lovely stroll by the Elsa river. As everything in Italy it was full of art and surprisingly full of people.
San Gimignano, two hours NW from me, is a kind of place where street art must be searched for with a magnifying glass. It is overshadowed by other kinds of art, all public and free even though you’d be willing to pay for it.
You can pay for all the rest though, I was thinking as the smell of new leather kept hitting my nostrils, and shops attacked me left and right, and so many people, oh, the people speaking many languages, with their children and their dogs, masked or not, with gelatos or cameras, and the doors, ohhh, the doors, I could click on every one of them, but I’m spoiled and I choose, and through it all you can tell that you’re in “the region’s glamour girl” as a website calls it, so all is just the surface, ready to appease the fleeting masses, but I’m too tired to protest, so I wait in line for a gelato where others do, I click on all the towers, I enter courtyards, I gaze, I ahhh and ohhh, and then I leave. My Maremma is empty and waiting to hide me away from the people once again.
Today I’m not in the mood to search for historic facts. It was Etruscan and then Roman like much of this territory. Chances are that you will visit it when you come to Tuscany anyway (or have already). Here is just a little preview.
For Photographing Public Art Challenge (PPAC) hosted by Cee at Cee’s Photo Challenges
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