Ai Platani Hotel Moderno
- Minbar in room
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Reduced mobility rooms
- Room service
- Breakfast Available
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So, we drove north and are now in Tuscany. We stopped at Orvieto, which is an Italian Hill Town. There are many hill towns in Tuscany and Umbria, particularly the former. They were built during the middle ages as defensive structures due to the constant small time warfare and raiding. So, this massive Roman Empire is reduced to sibling squabbling. But there are attractive sights left for us.
In Orvieto, the church is rated by some as the most beautiful ...
... and is still done by hand grinding /milling the olives between two huge stones to extract the oil . Very traditional. He was still waiting to pick his olives as he felt they weren't quite ready yet , so unfortunately we didn't see a press happening . His mill was amazing, lots of terracotta storage barrels in a deep underground cellar . Spotlessly clean , just waiting for those gorgeous green olives to start rolling in this year.
... monks) The location of his boyhood house has long since fallen off the edge of the cliff !! The edges of the plateau are apparently crumbling off about 5 metres every 10 years.
It is eerily beautiful.
Pondering the view, I'm worried that slowly but surely this town will succumb to the march of time. However, due to the tourist revival and renewed interest , there is now a push to save what is left of ...
... t stuff that up hey ? This then became an gorgeous sort of upside down apple tart.
The Pizza maker / Dough Boy,whose name we didn't get, then produced freshly baked bread from the oven , oh that smell is divine !!! The bread was sliced , rubbed with garlic and salt , oven baked again, and all sorts of Bruschetta toppings done - Pomodoro (tomatoes) ,Oliva's .....
We were then invited to take our place ...
... so, after we'd cleaned up we headed off on our bikes to ride the couple of kms along the lake-side to the village of Bolsena, which is very old, very cute, and very steeply perched on the top of a hill.
Italy really has the smell of decline, everywhere, and there is simply nothing happening, and no-one seems to have any sense of purpose or any cheery attitude of ambition, which is so sad. Everywhere you go you see groups of people, old and young, ...