Wet Tuscany

So those Cortona storms didn't stop. By the time we got to our next town, Montepulciano, the rain got serious. Soooo, churches sure do look like a great (dry) place to visit! We found our way into a few - one was preparing for a wedding, with ladies tying big bunches of baby's breath onto the pews. We did a quick wander, but the streets were mostly deserted and shops and restaurants were locked up for 'siesta'. We did hear one British couple grumble 'we came all this bloody way for a (h)ot dog...' as they walked by.
So back into the car for Pienza - which had been planned by a past pope as a utopian village. So we called it the Popetastic Popatopia. More rain. Lots. We bought some funny boar tshirts and swam back to the car.
Montalcino - the sun!!! That's the sun! The big draw of this village is a castle that does wine tastings. Unfortunately it was too chilly to sit outside where G could have a good run and inside was like inviting the bull into the china shop. Oh well. But what happens the moment we step back outside? Yup. Major thunderstorm. The temperature drops so far, so quickly that we find ourselves in a hailstorm mixed with snow. Yes, snow. End of May, in Tuscany.
Time to call it a day and find our castle. We ate at the only restaurant in the village, a little pizzeria, which was fabulous. We hunkered down and in the morning, the storms had finally passed.