|San Gimangano was quite difficult to get to - a couple of trains, then a long wait for a bus - but it was well worth the wait, as it turns out to be a highly attractive Truscan village perched on the top of a hill.
Unfortunately our arrival was heralded by the start of another storm, something which did not let up the whole time we were there. So, after dodging the pelting rain we found an elderly Italian lady (Nonna) who was letting a guest house by the night. It was probably the best place we stayed - certainly very reasonable for the price.
Again it was in the old part of town, meaning we could quickly dump our gear then explore. However, our enthusiasm for this was somewhat depressed by the pelting rain. We did find an excellent wine bar where we enjoyed some great Truscan reds and brushetta.
The rain also had the unfortunate side effect of meaning none of the restaurants could have any outside dining. This meant that they were pretty rammed, and it was difficult to get in anywhere. As it happens, we got a table at a large, ultra-touristy restaurant and enjoyed probably our worst meal of the trip.
The next morning it was still teeming, so we decided to bail - and rather than going to Siena (which was fairly close), we would head to Florence in the hope of getting some better weather.