Lucca-zade

Lucca is that music. Count Orsino, so dramatic but... so Italian... Well, no-one here want to kill off the "lerv" through excess, but  merely allow the tune to "play on" so our spirits can splash happily in the fizzing atmosphere of Lucca.

The closest we have come to Lucazade is the wonderfully refreshing "spritze". 
In fact, I am about to suspend writing this piece as the call has come from my erstwhile travelling companion that it is "after 5pm and time for a spritze."

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die

 A refreshing mix of vermouth, prosecco, soda water and aperol (orange liqueur) poured over ice with a slice of orange, Spritze is probably only toppled by the local spelt beer on our thirst quenching list of Italy so far. 

Lucca loves its towers. Like Siena, this penchant for high structures harks back to grizzlier times when the advantage height was often required.