Siena has a special place in my heart. I knew about its architecture, its artists, its saints long before I set foot in Tuscany. I spent six years there without ever leaving Melbourne. Siena was my old school. Today it became Marabella’s new one.
A year ago I took Marabella to the real Siena. It was a Sunday in winter and Siena was darker and greyer than I remembered. But maybe I wasn’t in the best of spirits that day. Our time in Italy was running out and I was getting that anxious feeling. We’d be heading back to Melbourne in little more than a week. But this was a day trip I had been wanting to make with Mara ever since she was big enough to understand. I wanted her to know Siena first hand. To see where Saint Catherine was born. To have a tiny edge I guess. Most of all I wanted her to see the colours.