Some years ago my father took me in a trip to his his land of birth - this time I attempted to retrace his footsteps without him there to direct me. In my search I found places I hadn't seen before but of such beauty and history that they made up tor the ones I was looking for and couldn't find. This one is just a simple street corner in the town of Montepulciano - it's old and the walls are crumbling and the mirror is tarnished but you can feel the centuries of history. I have to return