All towns in Italy have their market day. And while I know we have them in the U.S., they are not to be missed in Montalcino.
I can buy my underwear, cleaning products, wild boar and did indeed buy a flyswatter for one Euro. My charades for ‘flyswatter’ attracted a crowd but I got one.
The vans come scurrying into town early Friday mornings, open their doors, spread out their tables and the whole town turns out. But then I think that’s why it’s so amazing: the WHOLE town turns out, whether they buy anything or not.
The cliques of women and the meeting of men remind me of the days of telephone party-lines; I’m sure the gossip is heating up the streets.
But they do have great produce (which you are not allowed to touch..they do it) and awesome cheeses that they urge you to sample. We leave here for other parts of Italy on Friday, but not before we check in at the market!