San Gimignano, Italy (San Gimignano, Italia)
On our way to Florence from Monteriggioni (home to our memories of pretending to be Ezio), we stopped for a wander in San Gimignano.
Having heard that the town's silhouette looked like a medieval version of Manhattan, we had to take a look for ourselves.
Upon leaving the museum, we followed a sign for what we assumed would be archaeological ruins of a fountain (we surmised this by the word "fonti" and a symbol of knocked down columns). We never did find the fountain, as the path led quickly down a steeply descending track out of town, but we did see an animated man talking on his mobile with a mysterious observer.
Continuing our wanderings, we passed innumerable wine shops and delis. This seemed to be the Tuscan way. We ate at Del Bertelli, a quaint little panini shop which was run by a guy who sounded like Don Corleone, but was one hundred times nicer to strangers than the fictional don. He let us taste two types of salami before adding our preferred one to the sandwich, and filled our wine glasses (in actuality they were plastic cups) to the brim as his bottle was nearly finished and he figured he might as well empty it. You could tell he had been making excellent sandwiches for much of his life. Indeed, the Bertelli family has lived in San Gimignano since 1779! The wine served is vernaccia, a white wine from the town's surrounding hills. So far we had really only sampled red wines as Tuscany is mainly known for, so it was a nice change.
For a cheeky lunchtime dessert, we stood in the long line forming outside the simply named Gelateria di Piazza on the main square. Saffron is also a specialty of the region, so we tried that gelato along with vernaccia sorbet and several others. Boy oh boy was it delicious! We refrained from going back for seconds, as we had heard tale of a gelateria in San Donato in Poggio, a nearby village. Tiny San Donato in Poggio turned out to be quite sleepy, and nothing seemed to be open including the gelateria! We made do with the Venchi chocolate that was half melted in the car, and drove onwards to our Florence camping.
Today's post was almost called: Turret Tourettes - Rivalry in the Skylines