Anghiari

Readers, forgive me, for my posts are rather non-chronological. But it really doesn't matter, does it? This is Italia, and the conception of time is somewhat different from what we have in the US of A.
Before heading out to Arezzo to gawk at Guido the great, we stopped in little Anghiari, a beautiful city-on-a-hill. You can tell the inhabitants by their calves: I kid you not.



After puffing up the big hill, we got to meet the mayor (second one this week! This one was actually a student of the first one.) and peeked into his chambers. The lucky guy gets to work in a room with fragmented frescoes all over the walls. We also stopped by a lace-maker's shop. This traditional craft is surprisingly alive, and the handmade pieces are exquisite.



Oh, and we got a peek at the local Communist headquarters. Not something you see every day.