Tuscany touches the heart of Florence... it must be love.

Transformation comes when we least expect it.
Do we seek that ?

It comes in different ways
Alpine communities merging with a more rural one

Mountain vistas opening into massive urbanism
Stone cottages to Tuscan villas
Byzantine towers to medieval piazzas

Forested mountains to on road walking.

Tuscany Tuscany, you are not a world of romanticism

You built yourself on the backs of the people
Your woodlands merges to wildflowers
There are no flowing gowns drifting dreamily under the Tuscan sun
There are hills and mountains to climb
Rocks to carry your feet from underneath
Horses high on a mountain

And there is Rome
It’s creeping influence across the landscape
Gladiatorial ancient relics
Ah! Ozymandias.... we looked upon your works
As time had eroded the power.

And our feet walked the ground of history
Breathtaking beauty
Old women sweeping dirt from their steps

Olive groves shadowed the hills
Silver grey leaves reflecting the relentless sun

I have learnt so much
My friend has taught me how to walk
And the joy is ever present.

I have lived Tuscany.