Fiz

I meandered back over the Apennine ridge and took a long detour on increasingly dodgy forest tracks high above the Arno valley and Pistoia. I eventually came out at a tiny hamlet called Baggio before twisting down through olive groves.

Very surprised to hear of Brexit developments in a few short hours.

Later we popped up to Fiz to get dry cleaning and bits and pieces. Lovely late afternoon light on the amphitheater ticket office.