Tuscany Trail

Traveller’s Biscotti

Sunlight spills gently over terracotta rooftops, and shutters open one by one as the town wakes up. You hear the low hum of conversation from a corner café, the quiet clink of espresso cups, and the rustle of linen drying on a line.

The air carries the warmth of roasted nuts, melted chocolate, and the faint sweetness of something baking just out of sight. You follow your feet, instead of a map, wandering past olive trees, crumbling stone walls, and market stalls that feel like they’ve stood there for centuries.

There’s no rush. Just time to sit, sip, and take in the stillness. You unwrap something small and familiar from your bag: a little taste of Tuscany, meant for savorying moments. It’s not a souvenir. It’s part of the journey.