The days and minutes in between

There are several weeks uncounted for, from early January to 14 February, when I arrived in France...
Two of these were spent in Italy, first in Follonica and thereabouts (Tuscany); after which I took the freccia bianca and trained northward from springtime on the Mediterranean coast to the snowy north of Piedmonte, and my dear city of Torino.
Follonica: spent a restful and mind-clearing week with Roberta and Walter speaking as much Tuscan Italian as possible (!) and relishing Roberta's superb cooking.
Some sunset views from outside their house in Follonica, looking towards the Island Elba

We went for long walks along the beach, and skirting the fields where wild asses roam (no, actually, where donkeys / jennys (??) are kept. I am told a female donkey is a "jenny"; these were kept for their milk, which has special properties...