The imagination fires up at the sight of a signpost like this... Siena left, Florence right. It matters not how one says it... It is just the same beautiful part of Italy it has always been.
Some wags had been let loose on one sign close to Firenze, writing the number 3 by Siena and a zero next to Firenze.
And driving along the hilltop roads the cool breezes blowing up and along from the vineyards below there came the signs by the road side... "in caso di neve". Hard to believe on warm September days, the grapes ripening on the vines, ready almost, to be plucked and squashed and selected; maybe for Classico.