"It's a watercolor my land
lost in the joy of living
and it let be touched
combed by a nymph
it has soft curves
aggressive and touchy
a dry clod
smells of resin and juniper
fig and salt
lover of a night with no surrending.
Land of wisteria and sunflowers
challenges and setbacks
a wet heart
and’ pause music from ancient alleys
morning of nacre
a tower clock of darkness and sunlight
and’ the look of someone waiting for fireflies at night
winding in the wisdom of ancient olive trees
in the lobby of a sea with no boundaries. "
My Tuscany by Tiziana Monari
Tuscany has maintained its wonders to this day: houses painted in bright colors, tangled alleys of old towns, Romanesque cathedrals, and finally, at the end of the cliff, the Sanctuary , whose chimes are lost amid the noise of the waves.
Nightlife is animated by numerous typical seafood restaurants, ice cream stores, and kiosks on the beach open until late.