While
spending today in Lucca
was unexpected, it’s welcome.
Having
enjoyed our bike ride the other day, we rent bikes again, this time for a few
hours. There are several ramps from the ramparts to the stone streets, leading
to shops of all kinds. We stop at a ceramic store, peruse the handmade
offerings and buy a few gifts for friends and family. We continue on, stopping
at shops throughout the city. We stop at a shoe store where I spot the most
magnificent shoes I have ever seen. I ask to try them on in a size 38
(equivalent to our size 8). They don’t have my size in the beige (my initial
request) but do have it in the most beautiful, soft shade of green. I try them
on and immediately fall in love with the feel of the soft leather and the look
of the shoes on my feet. I must take these home – and do.
Lucca turns
out to be a shopper’s paradise, and we end up filling our bicycle baskets with
our purchases – bread and cheese boards handcrafted with the wood of olive
trees, an Italian leather wallet for me (to replace my wallet at home that has
literally burst at the seams), and each of us buys a leather bag (mine is green
leather and matches my shoes. I love the impracticality of the colour. I now
need only find a dress that will complement them).
We stop and
visit the Palazza Pfanner, a mansion surrounded by an exquisite garden lined by
lemon trees and statues of deities of Greek Olympus and the Four Seasons. The
Palazzo, built in 1660, was originally owned by the Moriconi family, members of
the merchant nobility. When they went bankrupt in 1680, the building was sold
to the Controni family. Felix Pfanner set up a brewery there in 1846, which
remained open until 1929. The Pfanner family still owns the property, opening
it to the public in 1995 (thank you for sharing your beautiful home!)
The home
houses a museum of medical-surgical instruments from the late 19th
century; Pietro Pfanner was a distinguished doctor, philanthropist and mayor of
Lucca from 1920
to 1922. The exhibit notes that the good doctor cared for the richest and
poorest of the city, often leaving money under the pillows of the residents
living in poverty so that they could afford the medication they needed. A truly
good heart.
We cycle on until we reach a restaurant in the middle of an open
square. We eat our lunch outside, watching life unfold around us. A young
father and his toddler son chase a pigeon around the square, laughing as they
run. People of all shapes and sizes sit on a nearby park bench, happily licking
gelato from a nearby gelateria. A little girl (18 months to two years old),
dressed in a white top and pale green jumper dress and with a generous head of
dark Italian hair, uses all of her resources to carefully pull herself up onto
a bench, where she sits with a man who is presumably her grandfather. Not happy
to sit for long, she spends the rest of her time toddling in the square, taking
it all in. Cyclists move through the square, many with children in baskets.
After our
late lunch, we cycle leisurely back to the bike rental place, and walk to the
train station, just a few hundred metres away. Arrivederche, Lucca. It's been a wonderful day!
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