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Discovering Italy's Wine Towns |
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Adjacent to the church’s parking area, in a cave beneath the town, was another enoteca, offering tastes of Vino Nobile di Montapulciano, a celebrated Tuscan red wine. The cave was filled with huge barrels of the wine in varying stages of the aging process. After plying us with samples of wine, cheese, and sausage, the proprietor tried to get us to hawk his establishment to a busload of tourists who had just arrived at the church. We opted instead to buy a bottle of wine and make a quick getaway.
Returning to town, we located a place to stay, with no bunkbeds this time. We climbed the incredibly steep, winding streets, admiring the colorful flowers that adorned nearly every window and balcony. On the edge of town was an ancient clock tower with a masked mechanical figure striking the hours. The streets were lined with many shops selling local products and souvenirs, and I was surprised to find the town to be a bit touristy, although not obnoxiously so.
The following day, we set out for Umbria, a region in the heart of Italy that had been dominated by the Etruscans in ancient times, who had established many city-states in the area. Several towns in this area are worth visiting, but I had heard Orvieto described as the quintessential Italian city, so we headed there. It sits high on a hill, making it visible from a considerable distance, its cathedral towering above the town.
We quickly located a hotel in the center of the city close to the main attraction, the Duomo, or cathedral. Although I had heard that the Duomo was impressive, it was even more beautiful than I had imagined, with an ornately carved facade, covered by colorful gilded mosaics. Amazingly, it took over 300 years to build. The frescoes inside are also remarkable.
Along the large piazza in front of the Duomo are cafes and enoteche, serving the local crisp, white Orvieto wine. Although we’ve never been terribly fond of it, studying the details of the Duomo’s facade while sitting in a cafe enjoying a glass of wine seemed like the natural thing to do.
There are quite a few museums in Orvieto, most housing Etruscan antiquities. We didn’t need to visit a museum to see Etruscan treasures, however. At the conclusion of our dinner that night, the restaurant host insisted we descend a steep staircase. We weren’t sure what we would find in the basement, but the host had seemed pretty enthusiastic about it. Below the restaurant was a cave containing Etruscan ruins. Although the pieces of pottery scattered about in the small cave's alcoves were not especially remarkable, we were struck by the realization that they had been there since the 5th or 6th century BC. Climbing back up to the restaurant, we found the host anxiously awaiting our reaction, and we made what we hoped were appropriately enthusiastic remarks, to which he seemed pleased.
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