The narrow streets of Volterra
Fujifilm GFX100S II, GF20-35mmF4 R WR, f8 @ 1 second, ISO 40, ICM.

There’s a sign on the wall. It points directly left and says it will take me to the central plaza in Volterra, ostensibly Italy’s oldest town, but how that is measured I’m not sure. Maybe there’s a difference between towns and cities. Maybe I should read more history.

I turn left and start walking up the hill. To my left and in front of me is a massive stone wall, but to my right the road is barred by a tall metal gate. The only way forward is through a small wooden door in the corner of the wall, its blue paint flaking off. Odd, I think, but maybe in this old medieval city this is a shortcut entrance.

I look around and outside are two burly men having a chat. They are obviously workers. One looks like he’s finishing his shift, the other is just starting. They are both looking at me oddly.

I point towards the door.

The man starting his shift shakes his head.

Where is the plaza I ask in my best Italian, but either my accent or the camera around my neck gives the game away because he knows I’m a tourist!

He smiles and in English much better than my Italian says, “It is very easy to go in, but it is not so easy to get out.”

He is a prison officer and suddenly the purpose of the huge walls and high gate was apparent. Within the walls of one of Italy’s most picturesque hill towns is a prison. And the view from the cells must be spectacular!!