On the last day I spent in Italy, we went for a picnic. We drove on narrow streets.

We saw wonderful landscapes.

We wondered around hills that smelt like caramel.

I took pictures of old vineyards.

I felt peace.

And we tasted the unmistakable sapore Italiano.

All in the Colli Euganei (Euganean Hills), which I’d love to get lost around and drive endlessly.
More pictures, here.