The old streets of Lucca are filled to the brim with those exquisite scents, you can already imagine them: be it Amedeo Giusti's old steamer oven or a malt chocolatey Cinghiale Nero spelt dark ale, they are compelling the hungry travelers to lay down another mile, to enjoy more of the friendly tumult, making them to feel the're cared for even before getting to actually taste the local delicacies. And after that, when they go exhausted but content to their deserved rest, they are already dreaming of more fascinating walks, longing already to give themselves to the alleys for another day. And the town is happy, the town is satisfied, the town knows it will live for another day... through them. Because the town of Lucca feeds and breathes through travelers' hearts. It has grown narrow streets on purpose, an intricate labyrinth guiding the explorers over worn squares, under mossy arches or in small boutiques packed with everything from shiny trinkets to high fashion, just to keep them that one more second, one more day around. Thick overgrown walls, exhausting climbs in imposing towers, everything in the right spot for that perfect symbiosis, our hectic lives glad to spend a shiny shard to replenish the slow life of a small Tuscany town.