Yesterday, I told you a little about Orvieto, the quaint Umbrian city that overlooks the Italian vineyards, like a diamond solitaire atop a precious ring. But I wasn’t done being effusive! Orvieto is, in a way, a caricature of central Italy, a Disney-esque impression of an Italian city that’s more… well, more Italian than the pope.
Here are some of the things I neglected to share yesterday: the city’s narrow, cobblestoned streets, the open air shopping. The dank tunnels in the Orvieto Underground, where a turn to the right or left may reveal an entire stone apartment, abandoned by an Etruscan family. Flowers. Frescoes. Fettucini. And Faith– everywhere, Faith.