My love affair with Lucca began four years ago when we spent two weeks outside of town in the borgo of Sant’Andrea di Compito. Just five or six miles outside of the centro, this little hamlet is quite peaceful yet close enough to pop into Lucca for dinner.
It rained almsot every day, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter. Laden with umbrellas we took long walks in the surrounding hills. One morning we were awakened by a thunder storm which knocked out power in the house and we couldn’t have been happier!
There’s not much in Sant’Andrea di Compito-a bakery, which was out of bread by ten every morning and one restaurant. There was a bar, but it was more like a men’s club. I never saw one female anywhere near it. Our favorite spot in the morning was Pasitcceria Sottopoggio just a few minutes away by car. I still crave their cornetti filled with mascarpone and salami.
It’s spring again but I’m not anywhere near Lucca. I’ll just have to make do with my photos and memories until the next time…