Florence at night, Christmas

Tuscany — it’s impossible to say it without sighing romantically, impossible not to envision ridges of Cypress trees, rolling hills of grapevines and olive groves, fields studded with bougainvillea-covered farmhouses. Even in winter, Tuscany is still supremely beautiful. The grapevines are bare, their shapes starkly human. Fog-filled valleys reveal themselves in layers in the angled light of the winter…