Sandra, Ali, and I hiked down to San Biagio and around the cemeterio to the white road toward Montefollonico that we hiked two years ago. The entire loop took an hour and a half, but it would have taken much longer to go all the way to Montefollonico. We just wanted to go far enough to get the good views back of the town. It was a lovely hike, and challenging on the climb back up. We stopped by our favorite alimentari to buy tomatoes, marinated eggplant, mozzarella cheese, and focaccia bread to go with Kurt’s wild boar sausage. We made and ate our panini on the terrace. We could not have bought a better lunch.
In the afternoon we rested, and then we drove back to Sant’ Anna di Camprena to see the Sodoma frescoes we missed yesterday. They are only open to the public for two hours. They line the walls of the refectory which is still used as a dining hall by the Agriturismo that is now housed in the monastery grounds. It was great to see the frescoes in situ. We also love Sodoma’s style. It has such vigor and life. We love the vibrant colors, the details of ordinary life, especially the little dogs, but also the wildly creative designs incorporating pagan mythology. If you’re wondering about his name, although he married and had a daughter, he was widely viewed as a homosexual, thus his “nickname” from 1512 on. His art is considered a bridge between High Renaissance and Mannerism.
We checked out the Agriturismo, but it was very quiet. I took this photo from the courtyard where they had planted many citrus trees in large pots.
As we were leaving, we saw this fox that paused on the side of the rode for us to take his photo.
On the way home we stopped for a spritz in Pienza (Kurt had not yet been here) and the Duomo was especially beautiful in the late afternoon light.
For our last meal we ate a fuori at Pentolaccia, my favorite restaurant from last time. Our server remembered me! I love their salmon and the pear Gorgonzola pastry. It was a lovely evening, and the same guitarist that played for the Schmidt Martins on their first evening, while we were en route, was playing again, forming a perfect circle.
After gelato down the street from bello ragazzo, we wandered home and up for one more garnet sunset and one more view of Piazza Grande in the moonlight.