Leaves From My Sketchbooks. 39. Bar, Tiglio Alto, Tuscany
It looked like an ordinary casa but as I parked the Peugeot opposite I noticed 'Bar' over the door of the cantina. I can't imagine that they'd do a roaring trade - no bingo nights or quizzes - but I daresay that there are a few random callers, either lost or curious to see this remote Apennine hamlet, to sustain a store of local reds and whites just in case.
I didn't go in. I just sat, limning, in the passenger's seat for a short time and then went on my way up the serpentine roads through the chestnut forests.
© DON DONOVAN
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