If it is not the most beautiful, it is perhaps the more "touching" area in the world (cf F Braudel). Tuscany, it is of course its towns of art (Florence, Sienna, Arezzo) where bursts everywhere the genius of the artists of the Rebirth (Michel Angelo, Piero della Francesca, Fra Angelico...) and on which plane the timeless shades of Dante and Bocacce.

They are also the hills in the south of Sienna and Volterra, spotted in their top of small dormant small market town or typical farms which join some white roads full of slim cypresses.

They are still the surroundings of Florence or the Chianti, embellished of castles and sumptuous residences, surrounded of vines, and olive-trees.

It is finally its 350 kms of beaches, its north mountains, and its marble careers...
Tuscany is a symphony of colours.
It is the magic of the morning fogs at the bottom of the valleys, its forests of oaks and pines, its pink bay-trees, its fields of poppies, its vines in autumn, and its olive-trees.

It is the pleasant welcome of Tuscan people, they are also the craftsmen who work alabaster, work the terra cotta; the small restaurants where everyone enjoys the delicious and traditional Tuscan kitchen, accompanied with soil’s wine.

Each one draws in Tuscany what he wants, but everyone returns a little different, more serene from there, with in the head an eternal dream of Tuscany."