I soon got going out of Lucca, no time to waste.
The next stop I had in mind was to visit my old friend's birthplace. It was not too far and it was drying up nicely.
I blew my horn all the way through Massarella and headed on for one of the stops I had planned for.
Now a famous town it used to be an ordinary everyday village surrounded by farms and fields, just like any old village in any old country........but not anymore.
farms and fields below
This was the village called Vinci !!
And here is the church where the great man was baptised.