From My Tuscan Window

In the fall of 1973, George, his wife, Sue, and their Italian-born two-year-old daughter Anne noticed a bent-over sign that read Gioviano and, on a whim, decided to see what lay at the end of the road. After twenty-eight hairpin turns up the side of a mountain on the flanks of the Apuanian Alps overlooking the Serchio Valley some twenty miles north of the city of Lucca, the Russell family arrived at one of the most charming and unspoiled villages left in Italy. That little adventure would c...