Photo Journal: Siena, Tuscany

Siena is still sleeping as we arrive early one September morning.

The only signs of life are the distant growl of a Vespa, the clamour of a shop shutter being raised, a fleeting whiff of espresso.

Gothic buildings in shades of terracotta cast cool shadows on us as we follow streets that curve and wind, guiding us towards the city’s historic heart, the Piazza del Campo.

Our uphill journey is interrupted by pangs of hunger, leading us to join the ruckus of a pasticceria’s morning shift. Breakfast is a milky cappuccino and pastries that stick to our hands, which we devour standing shoulder to shoulder with locals braced to begin their working day. 

Continuing our journey, we reach the iconic square, greeted by the sight of the Torre del Mangia centre stage as it sounds its morning chime. 

Siena requires no itinerary, and we haven’t made one either. We wander with no destination in mind, following the historic trail where scholars and artists once walked. Sunlight drenches the buildings we walk between, catching the rough textures of crumbling plaster and french shutters, illuminating ornate carvings and columns, statues and fountains. A light breeze brings the everyday to life, hanging washing billows above, flags flutter, red begonias quiver in their window boxes. We peruse every aspect of the town, wandering in time to its gentle rhythm.

By lunch time, the town is buzzing with excited tourists, faces red and glistening in the heat as they queue for gelato, browse handmade leather shoes and silk ties, or ogle at cured wild boar legs dangling in shop windows. Cups of espresso are replaced by tall glasses of fizzing aperitif. Terraces are crowded and Sienese delicacies float on waiter’s trays, delivered to hungry dwellers to enjoy al Fresco, beneath the heavy midday sun. 

Soon the city surrenders to the afternoon heat and the crowds dwindle. Siesta begins.