We wander through the maze like interior of the walled city heading for the far side to find Il Pino. Unfortunatly, they were all full up so we wandered aimlessly through the tourist aimed gift shops had a look at a few scenic sights, and then as seems to be the case with much of our wandering we came across a little something something.
A showcase full of cured meats and cheeses and a tres cool female cook in six inch heels and mesh top whipping out what looks like some tasty treats to a mostly local crowd, we grab a couple de-rigueur glasses of wine (it's Italy people) and order some snacks.
The carparccio of prosciutto is simply shaved proscuitto, parmasean, and rocket some Tuscan bread on the side and it's good to go and oh so good.
The first crostini of pepperocini and pecorino is spicy chessy goodness and the second of grilled eggplant and scarmorza is untious and very more-ish.
We even end up buying a bottle of one of the wines we started with to go along with our afternoon grazing. . . . . . .la vita è dolce.
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