Views from my Tuscan Windows: No.7

So here we are up a tight lane in sun-kissed Fiesole in a beautiful flat. Currently its thundering on and of after a warm day in which I gradually got over the last few days of driving.

We have been invited to the condo's olive-harvesting in which the work and oil are shared between the building's tenants and owners.

I have been reading the fantastic, harrowing diaries of war-time Berlin and the arrival of the Russian Army by an anonymous diarist called 'A Woman in Berlin'. Although dreadful they are uplifted by the wry humour and the detached horror of the protagonist who, despite it all, refuses to be turned into a victim. I shall next be reading the recently published English-language version of a book about women combatants in the Russian forces: The Unwomanly Face of War by Svetlana Alexievich.

Meanwhile, the car is unpacked and the oven is working.

The photo yesterday is probably Mont Blanc after I said it wasn't. Taken from an altitude just below that of Ben Nevis.