Anyway this year the route came through San Miniato on its was back up from Rome.
I didn't even know about the event until Saturday morning when I went out to buy pickled onions - my favorite Italian treat. No onions were to be found but there were plenty of Italian flags waving from people's houses and an awful lot of men rubbing their hands with delight.
In the afternoon I did what all good Italian folk do and stood roadside, licking a gelato, while all manner of eccentrics vroomed past in their cars.
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