MONTEPULCIANO, ITALY
Surrounded by vineyards and ducking through an archway, I follow the path that winds up, up, up. The cobblers and the spice shops dot the wavy way. Wine, salami and cheese beckon all around. I greet Cesare in his shop and watch, mesmerized, as he hammers out a striking copper piece. A most treasured gift that will one day adorn the walls of my Portland home, “Hornbill Hall.”
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