Last look at Orvieto

There’s something about towers that I find irresistible. And Orvieto’s was no exception, so Diane and I decided late in the day was the perfect time to climb it.  Seen from this angle, it didn’t look all that high.

Inside had a bit of a different feel to it.

The view was well worth every one of those 250 steps.

I would have had to hang off the side to get a better shot of the front of the Duomo, but this gives you an idea of the size of that building.

We knew Torre del Moro was a clock tower, but we were not prepared for how loud the bell sounded when it is only a few feet away.  By the way, it doesn’t only BOINNNNG on the hour.  That sucker was sounding off every 15 minutes.  We didn’t linger more than a half an hour–two ear drum piercing tolls were enough for us!

And now for some random memories of Orvieto:
Sally and I found a little wine shop that gave us a private wine tasting. After trying three local reds and four whites, we decided that this label was our favorite.  Although, after all that wine, she could have poured us rat pee and we would have thought it was quite refreshing. (we don’t taste and spit…we are far too ladylike for that. Besides, why waste good wine?)

A favorite wine of ours

We managed to catch a couple of weddings on Saturday, and my favorite shot was this one.  Bad news, little girls. If you think the sandals are uncomfortable, wait till you graduate to big girl shoes–platform stilettos.

Sister, let’s get these shoes off. My doggies are KILLING me!

Wild boar is considered quite the delicacy here in Tuscany. And yes, I DID try cingale, twice. Even after I saw this guy’s head outside of the restaurant.

Cingale, anyone?

Saturday night a group from Michigan State performed a trumpet concerto in one of the squares, so we sat in a little cafe, drank wine and enjoyed the music. Sally figured that since she lives in Florida and they were from Michigan, these guys were practically neighbors she should introduce herself, so she did.

Trumpet concert

The courtyard of Hotel Duomo was our favorite gathering spot for our evening wine, cheese and fruit party.

Courtyard outside our hotel.
Susan, relaxing in the courtyard

Everywhere we looked we saw something beautiful.

Typical door in Orvieto

The city expanded beyond its walls and at the base of the hill.

Next post–the actual bike trip.

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I am intensely curious, with a spirit of adventure that is tempered by my very strong aversion to anything with potential to cause pain. I love travel, photography, reading, gardening, yoga, music and propelling myself through space (biking, dancing, walking, dancing while walking). I've never considered a lack of proficiency in any of the previous activities to be a hindrance, counting on abundant enthusiasm to make up for my shortcomings.

5 thoughts on “Last look at Orvieto”

  1. I love your photo of the door! When I was in southern Italy last summer I found myself taking all sorts of door pictures! We just don’t have doors like the Italians do! I have enjoyed following you on this journey. Safe travels home!


  2. Love it all!!!
    Fantastic photos, you should be a professional photographer!!
    You look like you really enjoyed this trip.
    Tell me all about when you get home.


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