Carved into the hills, with sweeping mountain views and only a scenic hour bus ride from Lucca is Barga. The town is small enough to spend a leisurely afternoon exploring but for the outdoor-sy types among us you could spend a day or two taking advantage of the hiking trails, fishing spots and natural wonders that surround the town.
This arty town is filled with galleries, boutiques and plenty of Instagram photo fodder.
In typical Felice style we may as well have renamed Barga ‘desert-ville’, we started our day with coffee and a baked ricotta tart, followed by post lunch gelato and afternoon tea at Theobroma La Cioccogelateria sampling the very best mini-cakes on offer. This seriously has to stop, my jeans are getting tight eek!
We had a little picnic overlooking the valley and mountains in the distance. Sounds idyllic doesn’t it? I love picnics and suggest one every few days. Daniel always goes along with them, I thought, like me, he was a fan of the humble picnic.
We searched for a good spot. Grass was a bit dry and dirty, a dog poo over there, cigarette butts over here, so a concert picnic we had and then he broke; “why the fuck do you always insist on having a bloody picnic, they’re shit. I hate picnics. They’re dirty, uncomfortable, flies everywhere. Never anywhere to sit. No more picnics. I hate picnics”! I don’t think I stopped laughing for about two days. So, no more picnics from the roaming Felice’s. haha
Between dessert stops we hiked one of the short bush trails, checked out the hilltop church (similar to the rest if I’m honest) and window-shopped around town.
Barga was well worth a visit. Even the bus ride to get there was delightful.