Renzo and the dog with no name

As we were driving into Guzzano, a tiny hamlet which is part of the area of Bagni di Lucca called Controneria, we spotted a shepherd watching his flock of sheep and goats. His trusty dog was on guard to make sure that none escaped. None tried, the new spring grass was keeping them busy.

We parked the car and walked back to talk to the shepherd whose name was Renzo.

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Renzo told us that he lives in nearby San Cassiano and likes to bring his animals down the mountain along one of the old tracks to feed. Guzzano residents are happy with the arrangement as it means they don’t have to mow the grass.

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Renzo’s animals are beautifully cared for. That white billy goat looks as though he has been brushed.

When I asked the dog’s name Renzo just shrugged. The dog is very young and inexperienced, perhaps he has to earn his name.

Being a shepherd must be good for you. Renzo is a fine looking man in excellent condition.

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I tried really hard to get him to smile for the camera. He has the most delightful smile.

As we wandered around to the other side of Guzzano we saw the little group head back up the mountain.

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I hope there are young people prepared to keep these pastimes alive.

Dinner with the huntsmen of Casabasciana

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The name Casabasciana probably comes from the Roman settler called Bassius, who built his house here. The town is perched on the side of the hill about 4 kilometres up from Fabbriche di Casabasciana on the SS12.
My friend and I were invited by Heather Jarman from Sapori e Saperi to join the dinner put on by the Squadra di Cacciatori , the hunting team from Casabasciana, an offer too good to refuse, especially since the proceeds of the evening are to be used to renovate a building in town to provide help for some of the older residents.
We went up to the village in the late afternoon to discover the delights of Casabasciana.
The streets of the village are narrow, winding and steep.

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There are lots of lovely old buildings to see.

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I spotted a small statue of the Madonna in an alcove opposite the main church.

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She was standing on an interesting base.

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We wandered to the outskirts of the town where the buildings end and some of the farming area still exists.

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We met Giovanni with his tractor loaded with wood.

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He has lived all his life in Casabasciana and proudly showed us the house that belonged to his grandfather which he has renovated for his daughter.

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He keeps a very neat wood pile.

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Spring is coming to Casabasciana.

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We met Heather who showed us some of the things we missed.

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The communal washing area, which is still used.

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Her garden shed.

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Another little shrine.

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Beautiful building decoration.

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The oldest, and apparently the best water supply.

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The lovely little church beyond the village.

The fresco inside the old church.

We were on the edge of town to see the sunset.

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We went to the main square which looked beautiful at night.

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The town is tiny, but it has a bar and an excellent shop which stocks everything.

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We had a cup of tea in Heather’s lovely kitchen.

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Her house has lots of gorgeous rooms.

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Finally it was time for dinner.

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Tommaso and Anna Rosa serving the crostini.

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First course.

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Patiently waiting for the next delicious course.

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The pasta.

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The chingiale arrives.

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The vegetables are served by Dalida.
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Renato carving the porchetta.

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My porchetta.

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Alfredo enjoying his stinco (shin bone)

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Pannacotta for dolce.

And as is that wasn’t enough, there were frittelle di San Giuseppe to follow.

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If you get the chance to attend any of these local dinners, do so, you will love it.

Take a look at Heather’s website and blog. She knows all about the local festivals.

www.sapori-e-saperi.com

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Casabasciana from above.

 

 

Meet Paola and Massimo (and Toby) from Anchiano

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This is Toby.

Anchiano is actually part of the nearby town of Borgo a Mozzano, but lovely Paola and Massimo are regulars at Il Monaco at Ponte a Serraglio, so I have made them honorary Bagni di Luccans.

Paola invited me for lunch recently with a promise that she would show me her pretty village. I know that Paola is a great cook (she also gives wonderful cooking lessons) so I was delighted to accept the invitation.

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I’ll show you lunch first, then their beautiful house and the village.

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Paola at work in the kitchen.

They have done a wonderful job renovating 2 old houses in Anchiano. They live in one and rent the other occasionally.

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After lunch we headed off with Paola as our guide to discover Anchiano. I shouldn’t have waited so long to go to Anchiano, it is quite lovely.The village is not far off the road which goes between Lucca and Bagni di Lucca.

It is a very pretty little village with beautiful views of the surrounding area from some of the higher parts of the town.

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We wandered through the town, heading slowly up to the church on the top of the hill.

First stop was the old washing area which once would have been a very busy part of the village.

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The water pressure is quite something.

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It is a fun place for the children to play.

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The streets are narrow and winding, but mostly flat so the walking is easy.

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As is the case in all of these villages, there are always interesting things to discover.

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Toby met a friend along the way.

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The church looks quite impressive from below.

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The war memorial near the church.

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The village from the church grounds.

Just below the church is a part of the Gottica Line, with fortifications left over from WWII.

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The cemetery below the church is beautifully kept.

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The residents come regularly to tend the graves and water the plants.

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Everyone has their own water bottle.

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Soon spring will come and fill the village with colour.

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The wisteria vine will soon be covered with gorgeous lilac blossoms.

If you would like to arrange cooking lessons with Paola email her at …..paola.mori@alice.it.

Paola is a lot of fun and her cooking lessons are great. If you greet her in English don’t be surprised if she responds with a lovely Scottish accent. Her father was born in Barga, the most Scottish town in Italy.

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Paola’s ducks said goodbye as we were leaving.

Information for locals…. There is to be a dinner dance at the Hotel Milano on 23rd March. That sounds like fun!

Meet Emilio Ferrari from Colle

To begin my quest to visit and photograph the villages that make up Bagni di Lucca, I decided the first should be Colle. I’m not sure that Colle is actually a village. It is a delightful collection of houses that I can see on the hill directly in front of my house. It always looks beautiful and I have walked there many times.

looking towards Colle from my balcony

Colle in spring

looking up from Ponte a Serraglio

from the walking bridge

I wanted to know a bit more about Colle apart from what I had discovered myself and it was suggested that I talk to Emilio Ferrari, who was born in Colle 80 years ago. Emilio and his lovely wife Alfa kindly invited me into their home and were happy to talk about their lives in the village. Before I go on, don’t you just love the name Emilio Ferrari, and what of the chances of a Ferrari marrying an Alfa???? And they drive a Fiat.

Emilio told me that Colle is actually the oldest part of Bagni di Lucca. There used to be a castle on top of the hill just past houses that are there now. It was owned by a count and everybody living in the surrounding area worked for him, cultivating the land on the hill leading down to the Lima valley. Later on the city of Lucca had the castle destroyed to prevent it falling into the hands of Federico Barbarossa who was fighting in Italy in the 1100s.

The little village survived and the people living there grew grapevines all over the hillsides. The hills were terraced and vegetables were grown as well. Sheep, goats and cattle were kept for their milk and to provide meat. Now there are only a few vineyards left, one of which belongs to Emilio, the one I can see from my house.

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Emilio’s house in Colle

Emilio was born in the house where he lives today. He left Italy in 1951 to work in Brazil. He recalls have to pay a sum of money as a guarantee that he would not run off to Florida, a popular place for young Italians at the time. He also spent time working in France. He eventually returned to Colle and married Alfa, a local girl from a little further down the hill. They have been married for 44 years and have 2 adult children.

Alfa and Emilio

There are only about dozen people living in Colle now and it is difficult to believe that it was once the hub of what is now Bagni di Lucca. The building next door to Emilio once housed the Comune office.

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the door to the old Comune

autumn at the Comune building

The walk up to Colle is quite steep, especially the last bit, but the views make the trek worthwhile. There are magnificent views of the mountains and the Lima valley below.

a view from Colle

bee hives in Colle

snow on the mountains

an old house in Colle

an old wine press

Emilio’s family of cats

If you keep walking through the village there is a path which takes you to the top of the hill, where there is a picnic ground and a monument to the Alpini soldiers.

the path to the top

the little house on the track to the top

Chiesina Alpini

After climbing to the top you will need to retrace your steps back to the village.

The best views of all are from Emilio’s balcony.

the view from Emilio’s house

my house beside the bridge

Alfa and Emilio

To walk to Colle from Ponte a Serraglio, take the road between the post office and the Bridge Hotel and head towards Bagni Caldi, keep going uphill and follow the signs. The road to the top is surrounded by chestnut trees and the walk is lovely. There is a path on the other side of the hill that takes you down to La Villa.

I like to walk to Colle on misty winter mornings.

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an early morning winter view of Colle

Emilio is often at Il Monaco in Ponte a Serraglio, where he likes to have his morning coffee. Say hello if you see him, he likes a chat.