Precariously Perched in Pitigliano

Towards the end of Mike and Jean's stay we set off on a drive to another of Tuscany's towns, Pitigliano. We had read in the Rough Guide that this was the least touristed corner of the region and we hoped that for once other photo seeking hoards would not surround us.

The weather had been a bit on the cloudy side that day and the threat of showers loomed but somehow we seemed to dodge them. In places the roads were wet but Chris rarely had to use the windscreen wipers. We were once again treated to some beautiful countryside and shortly after leaving Manciano we swept round a hillside to be confronted with the most breathtaking scene imaginable. The sun battled its way through the clouds to throw light over the spectacular outcrop of volcanic tufa rock, upon which Pitigliano is perched, haphazardly. In places the town seemed to simply emerge from the rock, and we could see windows both above and below the apparent construction line. An aquaduct links the quarters of the ancient town, which dates from Etruscan times, and it is said that the cliffs are honeycombed with tombs.

We once again wove our way through the narrow medieval streets. I still have a real sense of awe in places like that, despite the fact we have recently visited a fair number and I feel I can never tire of them. The delight of rounding a corner to find a hidden staircase, twisting up the side of a house or of discovering a small chapel in amongst the homes and workshops. Pitigliano was a fine example, and only after some considerable time exploring did we pause for a cappuccino and pastry in the central bar.