Dear H,   I’m writing from a farmhouse in Larniano, Val d’Arbia, perched high on a hill amid the vineyards and newly harvested wheat fields, where we’re staying with friends. Don’t bother looking it up. You won’t find it without a very detailed Touring Club Italiano map, where it appears in tiny letters a little […]

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