Half of these are the city.

Half are the food. The cooking here is Lucca, so we keep them together.

Via Fillungo in Lucca in the late afternoon
Via Fillungo, four minutes from our door. The street the whole city walks.
Several dishes set out together on a dark table
Everything out at once, the way a family table looks when everyone has arrived.
The ramparts and trees of the Lucca walls
Four kilometres of wall, with a park running along the top.
A plate being finished by hand at the pass
The pass, mid-service, where nothing leaves the kitchen until it is right.
The rooftops of Lucca seen from the walls
The roofs of the old city, seen from the top of the wall at dusk.
Fresh pasta in a bowl in low light
Pasta rolled and cut this morning, waiting for the water to boil.
Tiramisu served on a slate plate
Tiramisù, made in the morning and left in the cold room to settle.
Torre Guinigi with trees growing on its roof
The Guinigi tower, with holm oaks growing out of the top of it.