Sometimes places stick in your mind, and you have to visit them again, during another time of the year, to see if they still hold the same appeal. Pete and Steve were so excited to be in San Gimingnano they just couldn't contain themselves! (Really it was the long ride up winding switchbacks that had them playing Italian and going the bathroom in public)"Tower town" lost its luster for the kids within 5 minutes as their favorite ice cream shop was closed for the winter. They had to make due with second rate frost bit gelato reserved for tourists who don't know better.
For me the real draw was to see the Christmas lights that stay up for months. Italians move from Jan. 6th Epiphany day (their real gift giving day) right into celebrating Carnivale. Which here is just like a month of extended Christmas and Halloween, with people in costumes throwing confetti and gorging on treats before Lent season of fasting and self-denial .Through this arch you can see the faint glow of lights before dusk hits.
Finally I got what I came for, to see towers transformed to a fairy tale world when dusk came to play.
It brought back happy memories of New Years Eve dances as a teenager when the world held so much romantic possibilty in every glimmering light.
As I looked around and absorbed the lights, I realized it's nice to grow up and still see happiness and possibilities twinkling at twilight.
Yep, the revisit enhanced the appeal....like returning to a favorite passage in a book years later and still smiling at the image conjured.
It brought back happy memories of New Years Eve dances as a teenager when the world held so much romantic possibilty in every glimmering light.
As I looked around and absorbed the lights, I realized it's nice to grow up and still see happiness and possibilities twinkling at twilight.
Yep, the revisit enhanced the appeal....like returning to a favorite passage in a book years later and still smiling at the image conjured. 
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