This seriously fortified structure occupies the highest point in Lari. I wonder, looking at this now, why the enormous arch, now filled with brick, above the car. Was it open, in the past, and if so, why?
I would bet a good deal that the staircase up the outside is a very new addition....
We decided to go up.
Potted garden on the pavement. (Also note bending shutters. I don't remember noticing this before. This design allows more breeze, without too much sun.)
Closeups. Wow. Love the colors!
Closer crop of the above. Love the light leaf edges, and the bud, lower left.
At the top of the stairs. Look at the view!
Walking around the fortification.
Looking down. This was not at all precarious. I just looked over the top of the wall, down to the street below.
Old and new (roof tiles and tv antennae), freshly-painted and not. A glimpse of laundry hung up high.
Cool house, from afar. I would like to see the inside of this one! Look at the windows at the top of the tower......
The sky!
Looking through one doorway at (and through) the next.....
Going back down the stairs.
Enjoying the roof tiles. Wouldn't it be fun to know the ages of the oldest, and the newest, and the average age of all of these tiles? (Wondering, now, how this design works -- it looks like rain would run to the edges of those flat tiles, and seep down into the roof?)
A narrow street.
Gelato! I believe this is the best chocolate ice cream I've ever had. Very dark, full of chocolate flavor.... Mmmmmm.
(Digression -- a very long time ago, when I was five, an unfortunate incident turned me completely off chocolate ice cream. I wrote about that for the Smithsonian's blog "Food and Think," most of a year after having delicious hot chocolate in France in 2010.
My original writing kept repeating "chocolate ice cream," because I always loved chocolate in solid form. They cut the repetitious "ice cream" and made it sound like I didn't like any chocolate, but otherwise they left it almost exactly as I wrote it.
I never suspected, in France, or when I wrote about it, that the first chocolate ice cream I would love, after more than five decades, would be Italian!
End of Digression.)
We ate our gelato in the parking lot. This yellow vine was on the fence, right by Ugo.
The vine, and -- what a view, from a parking lot!
Viburnum.
In order to facilitate chronological traversal of these posts, here is a link to the next post.
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