We were again following one of the routes in the Via Francigena netwok.
We stopped periodically for bits of history and culture. Farm houses were fort-like in structure because of the constant threat of attack.
There are differing opinions on the value of planting roses at the end of rows of vines. Where I grew up in California, I learned that roses were early indicators of wet conditions that could lead to mold/ mildew. Here people use them to alert them to the need to treat for bugs.
We had another wonderful lunch made with local produce, meats, bread, olive oil, and, of course, wine. The local style of pasta is called pici, a thck rolled strand that offers twisty curls for the various sauces to cling to.
After lunch we went for an abbreviated walk around this lovely walled town as the weather has turned quite cold.
We have a nice room on the top floor of our hotel, with expansive views of countryside below. Will get some pictures of that in the morning. For now, Anne and I will drag ourselves out for a light supper and make it an early night. Anne has also come down with a cough, so not a particularly lively pair :-(