Westward 21 miles, Volterra sits atop a hilly cliff and is considerably quieter than San Gimignano. Quite frankly, it’s another Medevial village of Estrucan origins that doesn’t rank in our top picks.
No longer was every inch of land manicured and cultivated; instead the vegetation was overgrown and hugged the roadside. It was woodsy and wilder.
The morning consisted of dreamy descents that stretched my imagination and rested my legs. When I commented to Kurt about the idyllic descents, he replied, now we have to pay. It was three miles uphill to our farmhouse lodgings and another three miles to Volterra where we had a lunch of pizza and ravioli.
Volterra sits at 1770 feet above sea level, but the road we took gradually wends it way uphill and there were none of the impossibly steep grades that an English couple, also bike touring, forewarned. Still, it was enough to deter us from returning to Volterra to dinner!