Just one flower at the campsite
 

First we had to push our bikes up the steep gravel road. Fortunately the day started with a descent and it remained reasonably flat. In the first village passed we bought food, a huge white bread without any taste or salt that would take us 4 days to finish. The stores were all without signs or even windows, so they were impossible to find without asking around. All old people in the village drove around in small three-wheeled cars with a trunk. Realistically there was only place for one person in the front, but typically there were two. It were Piaggio's with a scooter engine. Yesterday we had also seen a couple.

The route passed via Siena to Florence. Until Siena the road would be flat, then it would be another 50 km. About 10 km before Siena we overtook a man dragging a cart behind his bike with a microwave in it. He lived in Siena and told us there were two roads to Florence. The first was nice and hilly, the other one shorter, flatter, and more ugly. We chose the hilly road. Because we hadn't planned to cycle here, today's road was not in my GPS. Upon leaving Siena we noticed a sign 'Florence 75'. It turned out we hadn't added all the distances correctly and it indeed was still 75 instead of 50 km.

We didn't know the exact directions for the hilly route and eventually still ended up on the larger road. The signs next to the road were completely off, first it said 75 km and then a few kilometers later 55 km. Repeatedly the same distance was indicated on signs several kilometers apart. Unfortunately, the distance seemed to get increasingly larger.