There’s no way to say this without sounding like a smug git, but I’ve holidayed in Italy quite a lot (see – I told you).
It’s my parents’ European destination of choice and, as a result, I’ve spent many a happy summer eating obscene amounts of smooth, creamy Italian ice cream.
But it wasn’t until I visited Chianti that I felt I’d actually experienced the real Italy.
Trust me, these photos will make you want to visit Machu PicchuPrior to my trip, my only reference point for Chianti was the wine – which my parents, who remember its incarnation as… Read the full story