thrifting in tuscany
On our way home from lunch at a local vineyard, Dana asked if we would like to stop by a thrift store to do a bit of shopping. Was this even a valid question to ask of a bus full of antique lovers? The answer, of course, was an enthusiastic yes. Our bus pulled up to the thrift store, Ti Riruso Mercantino, a little after 3:00 in the afternoon, which was well-planned timing since the shop opened at 3:00. Or, it was supposed to. When we arrived, the doors were locked, the lights were off, and the place was empty. Dana and a few women hopped off the bus to check it out. The gate to the lower level of the shop was also locked and any efforts to get in touch with the shop owner were fruitless. More women got out of the bus, which was increasingly stuffy sitting
