|One of Sarzana's charming streets|
|...this means what?|
|...and everyone's favorite...right of way!|
Anyway, back to Sarzana. Until a few weeks ago, I'd never heard of Sarzana. Even now I'm not quite sure what drew me to it. From the train, it's an unprepossessing agricultural community similar to a hundred such towns in California's San Joaquin Valley, even down to the obligatory RV lot. But, for some reason, when we got home from Pisa, I decided to do some quick research. Sarzana lies about mid-way between La Spezia in the southernmost part of Liguria and Massa-Carrara in Tuscany. I had assumed, because of the rather flat terrain, that Sarzana was in Tuscany, but to my surprise, it's a Ligurian town. An even bigger surprise was that Sarzana has a pretty fascinating history.
|More fortifications on the hill above the Citadel possibly built by the Genovese|
The day we were in Sarzana was the last day of the Festival delle Mente. Initially I was pretty excited at the prospect of lots of food with mint in it. Then, it sunk in that it was a festival about mente not menta. A festival celebrating the mind not mint. As you can imagine, the possibilities for embarrassment are unlimited when speaking a foreign language.
|Piazza Matteotti is famous for it's triangular piazza|
|Actually probably a better doorstop than guard dog.|
Although Sarzana is very small, only about 20,000, it's close enough to La Spezia and other larger cities to warrant a longer stay with an eye to life in a small town. We still don't know the status of our apartment and apparently won't for some time, so we'll continue to explore.