The scent of burnt lavender, the itch of the cicada song and the gurgles of the pool.

Somewhat tongue in cheek, quirky and whimsical musings
The scent of burnt lavender, the itch of the cicada song and the gurgles of the pool.
There is something lascivious about a Lucchese hot chocolate.
After few lazy mornings enjoying the last of the sunshine and swatting mosquitos with The Bat of Death, we needed a mooch around Lucca.We usually park near the station and go in the Renaissance Porto San Pietro and are quickly …