On the way to Tarquinia, Raniero pulled over for us to have a few minutes to explore an old aquaduct nearby that once furnished water into the small city. Signs nearby stated that it was probably built int the early 1700's, but it may have an earlier history. We got off the bus and enjoyed a little jaunt down the trail and into the field a bit.
Another little visit with my mother - she loved figs, and I thought of her when I saw this
little wild fig tree. She would have been a little disappointed that they weren't ripe enough
to have a bite. Funny how often I thought of her...
After we had stretched out legs and climbed back of the bus, off we went to Tarquinia, in the province of Viterbo, Italy. Apparently, this area is known for ancient Etruscan tombs, but I shall remember it as a city of doves, fragrance, and backyard sculptors. We didn't visit the tombs, but the little city held it's own surprises hidden behind wrought iron gates.
Notice the bell tower at the end of the road? They have several towers,
and the bells ring pretty often. I wanted to go to the top of one of the towers,
but never found the entrance, so...
I could see them and I could hear them...
OMG, I could smell this a block away!
It appeared to be some kind of oleander, but what a fragrance!
The "castel gate"
Narrow streets. You really have to listen and watach for the cars.
All along the way, you can hear the doves.
They make their nests in the holes in the wall - hundreds of them.
As you walk down the narrow streets toward the church,
the sound of their cooing is just something else.
Construction began in 1121 and it was consecrated in 1207
How many others have stood here?
And we laugh about someone sitting in our spot!
Donna listening to the silence
Headed out to one of its balconies to see the view
Look at the morning glories! A beautiful cascade of brilliant blue falling over
and twining around a slightly ajar wraught iron gate...
Richard, brave and curious man that he is, just slightly pushed on the gate
until we could glimpse into the back yard...
And then we invited inside - a beautiful garden and a wonderful art studio!
A glimpse inside her studio
And some of my favorite pieces in her shop
I can almost feel the ache of being created - birthed...
waiting for new life to be breathed into me.
Holding one of my most favorite ever crucifixes.
If she had only taken plastic...
I left Richard and Donna there and headed out on my own, peeped through another gate, and found another artist busy sculpting larger pieces...
And she found them! Her Italian shoes made in England,
but hey, that's ok. They were delicious and comfortable and quite smart!
Somae and Donna
Hawking his wares
Kathy, Tonya, and Sarah
Nancy getting her feet wet too
Yep, changing into her suit right there on the beach!
The only painter who came with us that day. And I regret I've forgotten her name.
Waiting for the foot bath
I have no clue why, but I got emotional watching each person dip
their feet into the foot bath - have no clue, but it was a moving experience.
For some reason, a tender moment.