Ah, serendipity. We were on our way to Volterra, when our Driver (Margaret) said “Hell with it, let’s go to Monteriggioni,” and turned off the road. We thought it would be a two-hour detour at most. Turns out this is the most charming little town, apparently undiscovered by Rick Steves, that we could possibly have imagined. Excellent lunch with exotic wild boar and the worst wine so far (white was good though). The osso bucco (marrow bone) was totally as good as I remembered.
In contrast to Siena, the Romanesque church is small and simple, just beautiful. Nancy calls it “the city of cats.” A bonus: we discovered the resident cat sleeping under a sign that said in two languages, “Do not touch. I am having some rest. Thank you.” No the cat was not dead. We saw it flick an ear, and Margaret saw it get up and stretch. It is cared for by the entire village. Possibly it eats pigeons too – there are lots of those. Anyway, he was not the lean and hungry type.
We loved the view from the hilltop and city walls. We stayed the rest of the day.