I’ve been thinking about the highlights of my time in Tuscany and have concluded that it would be impossible to pick a singular favorite thing.  The places and experiences that were amazing, magical, awe-inspiring, and memorable are just too numerous.  If I was forced to pick one, though, our excursion to shop at a flea market in the walled city of Lucca would have to be a contender. First of all, the city itself was impressive.  It is similar to Barga, with its narrow streets, richly colored buildings, light-filled piazzas, but the scale is so much larger.  While Barga is quaint and slow, Lucca is energetic and lively.  And the intact Rennaisance-era wall, that is so thick it now accommodates a walking/bike path on top, is a magnificent to see. Permits are required for cars to enter the city (to control the traffic on the slender, pedestrian-dominated streets), so our bus