Italy

Sleep has eluded me once again which is a bit irritating but since I’m up I may as well head to the Leaning Tower and

I arrive at the hot springs, Cascate del Mulino di Saturnia, at 6am and have the place to myself.  The smell of sulphur wafts through the

Last night as I’m working on my blog and editing photos, I suddenly hear a whoosh of water and look to the ceiling for the

I pick up my convertible white Fiat, Giuseppe,  this morning and prepare myself to drive the streets.  I manage to get myself out of Florence without driving