After Cinque Terre, Cloé and I made a pilgrimage to the town of Vignola, in the North betwixt Modena and Bologna.
Guiseppina and I on our way to Vignola!
Vignola - over here!
This is a little street in the 'old' part of town, near our castle.
Vignola the Espresso - small and strong!
Cloé approves of the Vignola coffee, outside Vignola the church.
Yes, I approve also.
Vignola the train station!
Relaxin outside fortress. They didn't lock us out or anything, I just didn't CHOOSE to go in at that time.
Whee!
Vignola the castle. Our Italian summer home.
That's right, we're here to pick up the keys, thank you.
Vignola the fortress.
Cloé hangin outside our fortress.
This is the land around Vignola - wheat and cherry orchards. The air was lovely, and the walk into town very pleasant.
Why is there a fortress? Are you descended from war mongerers or something? Maybe the lack of awe to your arrival was actually folks holding their breath... hoping you wouldn't freak out on them like in the olden days. Maybe you're lucky they even served you that lovely espresso!
ReplyDeleteSeriously now, beautiful place. I can hardly wait to go there someday!
Cute! And the monkey's not so bad either. :D
ReplyDeleteYou should have stormed the fortress and reclaimed it under the name of your ancestors. Sure, you might have been kicked out of the country, but think of the story you'd have to tell.