We found out half way through our stay that the city of Siena is particularly known for its bad food! Imagine that, who knew that any food in Italy could be bad? We soon discovered that it was true, not all Italian food deserves everything that the label implies. In between the bad freezer-meal like Italian dinners we occasionally came across some real gems. This was one of them, a to die for homemade ravioli in white sauce with truffles...
and a tender chicken breast stuffed with vegetables....yummmm! I could have eaten here every night!
In the main plaza there was a beautiful fountain with drinkable water spouts on either side. Although he didn't seem very impressed with the architecture of the fountain or the statues adorning it, Arthur was quite happy to play with the water spout all evening. He loved washing his hands in it and scooping up a nice cool drink.
The fountain that was otherwise impressive to the rest of us!
Arthur and his spout.
Arthur became quite the little connoisseur of wine glass drinking, he felt so grown up and fancy drinking water out of such a big glass.
I didn't take any pictures of the inside, but this is looking through the courtyard at the front of our apartment in Siena. Ours was the only apartment that had access to the courtyard and it was lovely to wake up each day and hear the birds chirping outside our windows instead of cars and motorcycles going by on the street. Arthur loved playing in the courtyard and I loved that I could sit and read a book in the sunshine while he ran around and not have to worry about a thing!
The other side of the courtyard (opposite our front door). Those steps lead into someone's private garden and I was so thankful to be able to enjoy seeing the fruits of their hard work and green thumb!
This pig was outside the store front of a butcher shop that we walked by everyday on our way to the plaza. He and Arthur quickly became fast friends! Arthur always wanted to say hello to the pig on our way by and was actually brave enough to want to go into the butcher shop as well. Personally, I was a bit turned off by the enormous sides of butchered animals and sausages hanging from the rafters in the ceiling, but Arthur loved it! The butcher was a really nice man that always gave Arthur a sweet biscuit when we came in. He was just as I would picture a real butcher to be with hands the size of a gorilla's, but he was so fun and friendly!
And no Italy posting would be complete without a shot of us stuffing our faces with ice cream!
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That looks like a ton of fun! Chelsey is always telling me we need to go to Italy.
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