Buonconvento

I was going to go to the museum of sacred art in Buonconvento while Maurice did some sketching but the museum had an irregular schedule and was closed (so Italian).  So we sat on the piazza for a while, Maurice drawing outside the old city walls and me sitting on a bench in the shade under a line of trees with sweet-smelling little white flowers that must be related to ginestra.  On our walk into town the flower scent morphed into a restaurant’s aroma of garlic and olive oil.  I don’t know which is better. Keep reading