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Siena – an Italian escape

Up until last year when we found ourselves in the area, Siena had never been near the top of my travel list. Yet there we were one morning, driving winding roads through Tuscan valleys, following signs to the old city, named (according to legend) after Senius, son of Remus, of the Remus & Romulus duo.

From this particular area of Italy, comes the name of the colour ‘Sienna’, for the earth is a rich warm brown, and as we discovered, the streets of the city and her buildings echoed the shades of the land from which they were created.  It is this that captivates you. The browns of Siena seduce with their originality.

Having maneuvered the narrow streets on the side of the city and secured a parking spot in a place where order didn’t seem to matter, we made our way to the Piazzo del Campo, a tourist trap if ever there was one, yet a place to stop and catch up on a session of people watching. As the morning disappeared, the crowds arrived, streaming through the narrow arch and down the steps, filling every vacant seat in the cafes and restaurants overlooking the sun-drenched piazza.

Many of Siena’s most important buildings are postcard style palazzos (palaces) that line the Piazzo del Campo.  Some are accessible to the public, others not so, and it is the intriguing beauty of those that are off limits where you most want to poke your nose.

We decided to skip the palazzos and instead climb the Torre del Mangia for a view over the city.  A long wait and four hundred steps later, you make it to the top of Italy’s second tallest tower.  Dating back to medieval times the torre provides a view over Siena’s rooftops scorching under the midday sun.  The sculpture, Giovanni di Balduccio, was the tower’s first guardian and had a reputation for spending all his money on food, thus the tower was named ‘Torre del Mangia’ tower of the eater. Obviously he worked off the food on his daily climbs to the top!

Twice a year the piazza that is overlooked by the Torre is turned into a race track for the Palio de Siena, a highly competitive bare back horse race dating back to medieval times. Riders representing the various city areas race for the great honour they can bring to their district. Determined to do their best, once the race starts, it is every man for himself as they dart around the narrow track surrounded by tens of thousands of people. Watch this emotionally charged clip on YouTube.

Would I go again? Most definitely if I were in the area.

Things to keep in mind: Siena is beautiful and calm in the morning when locals and the majority of visitors seem to stay indoors a little longer. Getting out and exploring the city prior to midday means shorter lines to wait, quieter café tables, empty piazzas and better photos. By lunchtime, footpaths around the piazza become difficult to navigate as the crowds start to balloon in numbers.

Dress code: Italy and all her beautiful churches, such as Siena’s Cattedrale dell’Assunta require a certain dress code and you should keep this in mind. Women were required to cover their shoulders and we knew a man who was turned away from a church in Florence as his shorts were considered too short.  Take into consideration that you are ‘appropriately’ dressed on any days you might like to visit a church.

More favourite European discoveries:

The 6800 stairs of Europe

Marissa Williams discovers Nice and the French Riviera for Haven in Paris

French choux cooking with My Castle in Spain.

 

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Street Frescoes in Florence + Maison & Objet in Paris

Last summer our holiday plans collapsed at the last minute as we fell to the charms of a holiday scam across the border in Spain – a long story for another time. We’d so desperately wanted to return to Spain, a land we’ve travelled through and lived in, I was feeling homesick for tapas, balmy evenings and late dinners, longing to practise my diminished, almost non-existant Spanish. But it wasn’t meant to be and we found ourselves face to face with a whole lot of ‘No Vacancy’ signs hanging across Spain and most of Europe, not to mention the limited days until school broke for two months.

Hours were passed online in search of a last minute getaway that had all the criteria we were seeking. For most of what remained available, there was always ‘just one thing’ that got in the way of it being *the* place.  It began to seem evident that we might indulge in a ‘homeliday’, until I got a late reply in my inbox and everything started to come together…..Tuscany, a gorgeous medieval tower, Chianti, rolling countryside vistas, antipasti, and all within twenty minutes of Florence. It fit like the best of the best of puzzles.

Once we’d arrived, settled and found our feet,  I caught the train alone, and headed the short journey into Florence, leaving the family hanging by the pool. It’s a luxury of life that I indulge in when possible, alone time.  I love my family moments, but I also enjoy that time when I can wander, stop, gaze for long periods of time over something that might bore another to their core. I can sit and do nothing, not say a word. I can drink a coffee, write a few words, look up, look around, take a breath and lean back in a chair to watch the world go by. Florence was a place to do this.  She took my breath away and at times I felt an emotion in my chest of utter adoration.

On a quiet street on one of those afternoons, hidden close to the Ponte Vecchio, I snuck in a coffee with the adorable Rosanna of Belvivere. It was hot, as is the Tuscan summer, and whilst I’d left my little people soaking in poolside sun, Rosanna had an adorable one along side of her, who just so happened to be celebrating a mini- single digit birthday, gelato smudged across her cheeks.

With gelato appropriately melted, and no more coffee in the cup, we walked for a little through the centre, past the Palazzo Vecchio, and eventually came to  part our ways, Rosanna heading off on a bicycle as Florentines do, and me to wander some more. I happily continued to soak it all in, sauntering across crowds gathering around artists creating murals on the footpaths. I’ve seen it done before, but not to this level. Simply put, they were stunning and incredibly beautiful.

Fast forward seven months and today I spent the day at Maisons et Objet, and for the better part of the time in the elegant and serene surroundings of Hall 7.  Luxurious furnishings, yet refined, simple, and ever so elegant.  Whilst many of them were French, there was a large contingent of international companies present, many of them Italian, and I came home reminded of Rosanna and the beauty that I  found in Italy and Florence. It felt like a good time to share these “street frescoes”.

Before you go, take a look at Belvivere’s luxury Italian linen range and follow Rosanna on Twitter.

Have a great weekend wherever you are – may it be sweet and in the best of company. xo

 

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