Of the area that I covered, Castiglione della Pescaia seemed to be the most commercial town. They had a castle and everything was ancient, yes, but there were tourist shops of every shape and size: pottery, high end undies, a pop-up shop for fashion clothing, beach wear, and my favorite the gelato place. Of the handful of small villages I dragged Matt around to, this place definitely had definitely cultivated a tourist district.
When we got into town, we parked across the street from this poster. The knowledge that I'm missing Pork Fest this weekend makes my heart heavy.
I was also really interested in witnessing the Ass. Hockey.
Here's the main entrance to the castle. Apparently there was an enduro race that ended in town, and the course went down a set of steps within the walls. I saw them with my own eyes!
Along the inner wall.
Climbing to the top and the overlook - those are the aforementioned stairs in the background, there!
We were rewarded with this view of the town.
On the way back down, we found the church.
So. Old. So. Cool.
I hope you're not bored of pictures of old castles, because there's a lot more where that came from...