We went for a drive to visit our old haunts around Camaiore, where we rented a farmhouse on three previous trips. The house looks much the same, but the neighbor's property and the fields nearby have been "yuppified" with new fences, walls, gardens and a playground -- in short, it's all looking less like farmland.
It was always very peaceful there, although we remember also the marginal kitchen and bathroom, the uncomfortable furniture, and the daily battle with spiders and mosquitos - not to mention the 25-minute drive to Lucca, which got old after awhile. The magical times, really, were the family reunion picnics under the big pine tree.
Had lunch in the village, which is mostly unchanged, apart from a sense that more of the residents are wealthy foreigners (new Lamborghini in the piazza today, young Giacomo tells us it belongs to an "old" 70's-era British rock star who has a villa nearby).
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