Imagine, you’re at a friend’s house in Italy and they tell you, that they have to go to work today; but you can take their bicycle, ride 5 miles on a flat country road and end up in a medieval village. Since it was off-season, what I found was nearly idyllic. Normally a tourist trap; when I arrived, what I found was a few artisans and clerks, and me. It was wonderful. I could imagine the chickens scurrying along as i walked on the stones of the street. There were no real peasants, chickens, or donkeys there; but they had done such an excellent job of preserving the ancient hand painted walls and environs, that this bicycle looked rather modern and out of place.