Vipore

We drove up and down the hills around Pieve San Stefano, searching for Casa Puccetti, the villa my family rented when I was Ria’s age. I don’t think we found it, but we were certainly in the neighborhood. This house came closest to my memories, but it lacks a crucial upper-floor balcony.














We ate dinner at Il Vipore, restaurant of my childhood memories. It was a good meal, and once again, we ordered one too many courses. How do these Italians eat so much?!