|A portion of the ancient wall surround the old city. It is now a walking trail.|
|City street goes through arch built by Romans|
|The rain ended, granny pedaled to a fruit and vegetable market.|
Two important people call(ed) Lucca home of whom I am aware: opera composer Giacomo Puccini and the “Iron Chef” Mario Battaglio. Were he alive, I am certain Puccini would feel quite honored to have so many bars, cafes, hotels, gift shops, and museums named in his honor. Sorry Mario, I know you are the man, but we saw nothing named after an “Iron Chef” within the walls of the old city. I’m guessing there may be other people of note from this ancient city, but who could be more significant than Puccini and Battaglio?
|Puccini's statue, his home directly behind the old gray-bearded fellow|
Today’s highlight? That’s easy - bellying up to the bar for a caffé lungo at Di Simo Café in Lucca. My friends know I love coffee houses. This one is old, really old, and classy. It has an air of late 19th century elegance. And - it was Puccini’s favorite, his Black Dog Coffeehouse.
|Yours truly with his "lungo" - like a double espresso, but slightly weaker|
|Not a doughnut, but a frate|
|A plate of buccellati, photographed through bakery window|
One final note - if any of my faithful readers just happen to have friends in the Lucca city council, you might send them word about the dog poop problem. The city supplies little plastic bags that would be familiar to US dog-walkers to folks and their fur pals on the lovely walking path atop the circular wall. But I saw more than one tourist (including my Nancy), step in the gooey stuff on the city’s piazzas.
|A photo of Lucca's Duomo (cathedral), because one can't do a blog page about an Italian town or city without including something about at least one of its churches.|