Lucca

'When a man leaves home, he leaves behind some scrap of his heart…it’s the same with a place a man is going to. Only then he sends a scrap of his heart ahead.'

Frederick Beuchner

Well, I'm not entirely sure if that's true... But it does sometimes feel that way. I'm not particularly sentimental, but Italy, well, kind of tugs on the heart.

The warm colours. The sounds, the tastes.

The beauty at every turn, beauty meant, beauty by accident.

I think I was 16 when I went first with my parents. We visited Florence. That was that really. I'm with Frederick.

Here's a taster of four days sunny September days.