seafood

Tuscany is a part of the world I felt I was familiar with. I’ve walked the cobbled streets of Siena. I’ve jostled through the overbearing crowds of Florence, craning my neck to take in the wonders of Brunelleschi and his kin while keeping half an eye on my belongings. I’ve been herded, like so many wine pilgrims before me, through the vineyards of Chianti Classico.  Yes, Tuscany is a place I felt I knew quite well.  There’s a real joy, especially in my role as an international purveyor of fine food, drink, hospitality and all the rest, in being proven wrong. As I discovered, Southern Tuscany – in particular, in…