It is the town I love. Period.
Siena is of course famous for the piazza, and the festival, and may be the toscan cuisine, or perhaps the bank.  But it was the streets that captures you and try to bring you back there.

Since how long ago people ventured through these narrow paths and looked up the sky?  What did they feel?



We stayed in the city overnight, and dined at this restaurant.  It could be the best food we’d had in Italy this time.  I cannot remember the name of the place, but if you ever visit the town, this is the place to go.

And the evenings.

The cathedral in Siena seems to be often compared to the one in Florence.  They are completely different, and incomparable.  It is mind-blowingly decorative, I didn’t know what to say – whether it was great, beautiful, or banal or grotesque.

I loved these Harry Potter-ish books in their museum.

Toscan land.