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Tuscan Coffee Table
- low table where magazines can be placed and coffee or cocktails are served
- A coffee table, also called a cocktail table, is a style of long, low table which is designed to be placed in front of a sofa, to support beverages (hence the name), magazines, feet, books (especially coffee table books), and other small items to be used while sitting, such as coasters.
- A low table, typically placed in front of a sofa
- (Coffee Tables) While any small and low table can be, and is, called a coffee table, the term is applied particularly to the sets of three or four tables made from about 1790; of which the latter were called 'quartetto tables'.
- a dialect of Italian spoken in Tuscany (especially Florence)
- a resident of Tuscany
- of or relating to or characteristic of Tuscany or its people
- Of or relating to Tuscany, its inhabitants, or the form of Italian spoken there, which is the standard variety taught to foreign learners
- Relating to or denoting a classical order of architecture resembling the Doric but lacking all ornamentation
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And so our last full day in Tuscany, and a sad farewell to the kitten. Poor Luciano did not know he would be saying goodbye to us so soon; and he played with all the vigour of youth chasing after a cob nut we collected, and some old laces. And then it was time to deliver him to Emy, we handed him over with little fuss, and headed straight out as little Luciano struggled and hissed in Emy’s hands; we knew it for the best, but that did not make it any easier. We drove out back to the main road, and after filling the tank up, headed north to Siena, for one of the Tuscan jewels. I know how crowded some of the places can be here; and that is why we did not go to Florence. But still, we thought it should not be too crowded this late in September. Sadly, many others had the same idea, and finding somewhere to park was difficult. The second garage we went to seemed to have opened a level, and we found many empty spaces right near the entrance. Finding our way to Il Campo and the rest of the centre was harder than we thought, and we wandered through many narrow roads with towering mediaeval houses standing shoulder to shoulder on each side. Soon enough we came to the beginnings of the commercial centre, and around the corner was the main shopping street; lined with the usual Tuscan specialty shops mixed in with the usual fashion houses. Through an arch on the right I spied the markings of Il Campo, the main city square around which there are horse races several times a year. And gathered all over were groups of tourists clustered around guides clutching brightly coloured umbrellas or some such things to be held up; as people from the whole world did the modern grand tour. I freely admit to having done such tours in Italy before, and had had the information and history bombarded at my brain too. Much better, I think, to get a guide book and wander the streets to see where your feet would lead. We found grand churches and cathedrals, palaces, grand houses, narrow alleyways with dark arches to explore; and small cafes and other such wonderful places. All so fantastic, and all the while chic locals sauntered around the only way they know how, all looking cool and confidant. All roads lead to the Dumo, and so the ever rising paths and alleyways lead us to the grand cathedral. The queues to get in we long as they were legendary; and for the second time I decided not to go inside. We people watched some, and got pictures of the street sellers trying to eek out a living. Down the steep steps beside the cathedral, there is a passageway leading off, and in that passageway there is a restaurant in a converted church. It is where I had lunch in the city four years ago; and it is where we had lunch on this visit. There were a high concentration of locals, always a good sign I think, and the food really, really good. Julie had toasted rustic bread with melted goat’s cheese and Tuscan honey; which was just wonderful I can tell you; whilst I had the mozzarella with tomatoes again. We wandered around some more, but decided to head back to the car and then home. I thought about filling the luggage with some such Tuscan ingredients, but thought better of it, and anyway the queues were just horrible. We drove home via country roads; through deep gorges and through high hilltop towns again. It was just wonderful, and we were just about the only travellers about. From high above the villa, we paused at yet another hilltop town, and were thrilled we could see the afternoon sun glinting of the Aegean Sea between Grossetto and Elba. The air was full of the aroma of herbs after someone had been cutting grass; and sadly, tomorrow, we were heading home. That night we decided to head out for dinner; it was our last night but had enjoyed our meals on the balcony watching sunsets and the wildlife. Emy had given us a list of places to go, and the best for local traditional food was in Civitella Maritima. Once night had fallen, we walked out to the car in the fragrant air. I am not one to resort to stereotypes; but Italian drivers can be a little impatient to say the least. As we drove to Roccastrada, there were the usual bright headlights just inches from our back bumper. Even funnier was that soon another tailgater was tailgating him and I could see three bright lights in the rear view mirror. One and then the other zoomed past as we headed up the steep hill to Roccastrada, and we could drive in peace. The 5Km long roman road to Civitella Maritima was not as hectic, but at least budding race drivers could see to overtake and we chugged our way to the restaurant. It was chilly in the keen breeze; doubly so high above the plain as we parked the car and headed up the poorly lit narrow alleys and up into the centre of the village. There was a smell of wood smoke in the air, and there were groups of rugged looking farmers outside the cafe enjoying a smoke and an aperitif. The restaurant was easy to find; its lights brightening the co
233/365 - France and Italy Day 4: Casa Vecchia
Three alarms went off at 6am including Anna's iphone cockerel. When Dave had previously heard this go off in the flat - he'd initially thought 'Ah how sweet, someone's got chickens.'We negotiated the intricacies of washing and then watched through the windows as we approached Florence. The nice porter man brought us coffee and an odd croissant that was very cleverly disguised as a brioche. We managed to lug our numerous baggages off the train and walked round to the Piazza Santa Maria Novella to take pics of the lovely facade of the basilica - it was very quiet at that time of the morning and few cafes were open - just one so we popped in there for breakfast. A rather tubby man with odd smears on his apron took our order (not very promising) - the foccacia were not outstanding and the toilets were even less enticing. Then went to pick up the Fiat Panda from the car hire place - it could only have been smaller if it had been a cinquecento. We just about managed to get 2 of our enormous suitcases into the boot (the Italian car hire men had given up trying long before this) - the other suitcase, 3 instruments and hand luggage had to be arranged artfully around Dave in the backseat. Then we were on our way into the heart of Chiantishire. Drove to Greve in Chianti and met up with some more people we would be sharing a villa with for a week - Mike, Andy and Tish. Browsed the market stalls in the amazing heat, lots of cheap shoes, leather goods, exotic vegetables and oodles of Chianti. Got myself a new leather belt to replace the one fraying around my waist - then we all met up for drinks in a local pizzeria/bar. Dave, Anna and I left the others to have some proper lunch in a local trattoria - very nice vegetable soup and my first glass of Chianti Classico. On route to the villa - we decided to make a detour to see one of the particularly pretty hilltop villages - Montefioralle - the only problem was that with us and our enormous baggages - the Panda almost stalled on one of the more hairpinnish of the steep hairpin bends. But we made it and walked round the small but perfectly formed cobbled alleyways. We got to the villa, in San Casciano Val di Pesa, at about 3.45pm and some Tish, Anna and Mike went shopping while Dave, Andy and I waited to be allowed in at 4pm. The owner did in fact appear on the dot of 4 and showed us round the villa - and what a place! Casa Vecchia is a large Renaissance manor house with huge rooms with high wooden-raftered ceilings, original tiled floors, wall paintings, loads of antique-looking furniture and furnishings. Some of the bedrooms and the dining room open out onto the walled garden with al fresco dining table - and the master bedroom has its own personal verandah - this we offered to Peter and Lara and their 3 little ones (Gabriel, Raffie and Serafina) as it was their anniversary and the reason we were all there. Outside as well as the dining terrace there were a variety of deckchairs and garden furniture under shady trees as well as a gate in the wall leading to the swimming pool! The house has apparently been in the owner's family for a couple of hundred years. Views of the Tuscan hills, olive groves, poplars and little hilltop settlements, like some kind of painted backdrop, completed the unreality of it all. We had our first swim in the pool then helped Anna make dinner - tuna steaks and caprese salad - eaten on the outside on the terrace as was every single meal we ate that week. As per most of the following nights we watched a fabulous sunset from the kitchen window - probably with a gin and tonic to hand. The night was sweltering and while we tucked in to the food, the mosquitoes tucked into us - by the end of the week - some of the party looked like they had a bad case of chicken pox. We went to sleep under a mosquito net. 21 August 2010 Casa Vecchia, San Casciano Val di Pesa, Italy
tuscan coffee table
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