The towers were raised by rival families as power statements. We imagined some porr, little local goverment officer going roung “have you got planning permission for this ‘ere tower?”
I loved this brick vaulting
I wanted to go here when I knew we were going to Florence. Rowan spent some time here when she was a student and had a lovely time. We raised a glass of wine to her at lunch. Mary Maclure Rowan Bedford – may your memory never die.
This passageway was very enticing and it led us to a rather good wine bar.
Varigated brick work was not just the perogative of the Victorians.
Another lovely roof garden.
It’s quite a touristy sort of place so lots of shop selling salami and other delicacies.