A winter’s day in San Gimignano

It’s a blustery, drizzly, foggy winter’s day. A day that might¬†normally send you straight back to bed to take refuge under the covers, a cup of tea and a pile of good books close by. But we’ve¬†got a lunch date. In San Gimignano. So, fuelled with coffee, we hop on a train from Florence to Poggibonsi where we meet my good friend, Sarah, a San Gimignano local. She runs her family farm, Poggio Alloro, 10 minutes drive from San Gimignano... Read More