Published in the Globe and Mail | By Margaret Wente
My idea of bliss is cycling through the Tuscan countryside. The landscape takes your breath away. The vineyards march in tidy rows down the undulating hillsides. The poppies in the fields are luminescent, and the scent of jasmine perfumes the air. Somewhere, just beyond the next hill town, is lunch – long, leisurely, with sumptuous local olive oil and mozzarella di bufala, washed down with fine Chianti. The views stretch on forever.
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