I love our family travel style. We don’t believe in “bucket lists,” and we’re perfectly willing to change the itinerary if so moved, a philosophy that served us well on this holiday. We awoke on the second? third? morning in our cottage overlooking Lake Trasimeno, and the vote was for Siena. Sorry, Perugia, we’ll catch you the next time. 

Tony and I spent a week in Tuscany in 2004 sans the children, who were having their own little holiday with the grandparents.  This time, rather than scurrying around snapping everything I “must” snap, we wandered at will along Il Campo while the children climbed the tower.

The city lends itself to wandering, even with the tourist crowds (perhaps because they’re all distracted checking scenes off their bucket list). 

Italian paper stores are a weakness of mine. I enter. I shop. I buy.

The curved architecture was something we missed on the first visit.

Beautiful courtyards escaped my 35mm film camera, too, in 2004.

Siena’s cathedral was supposed to be grander than the one in Florence. God (and The Plague) had other plans. On our first visit the cathedral was against a gray sky backdrop. Not this time!

The cathedral library.

The Baptistry.

St. Catherine of Assisi, the female patron saint of Italy, has her church in Siena.

Siena. So much prettier the second time around.