In such a naive and playful way, we would bring tourists to our market and, with countless turns of phrase, we always had the upper hand. So for a snack, satisfied with the little money we had scraped together, Grandma Graziella would take us out for an ice cream, compulsorily stracciatella and nocciolone, in the traditional ice-cream shop of the village: Dondoli.
But, in spite of everything, the best part of the day lay in having fun overtaking the tourists waiting in the kilometers-long queue, squeezing between their legs. We were so small, almost invisible, that no one noticed us. We walked out of there triumphant, ready to splurge on a satisfying chocolate ice cream.
All this is living in the country: living in San Gimignano is living in slowness, idleness, time spent in the sun and simplicity. time spent in the sun and simplicity. Everything begins with a slice of bread and tomato, seasoned with oil and salt, every day is lightheartedness and love.