I didn't take any photos of Pontremoli, the name of which means something like "wobbly bridges", because of the many rope bridges that there used to be when the town was surrounded by shifting estuaries, or so one local informed me. It is full of tall palazzi, their doorways giving tantalising glimpses into graceful central courtyards, and cool winding streets between. There are also numerous stone bridges and green spaces by the river. It has seen better days, however, and I wasn't captivated.
My apartment also suffered from noisy 24 hour engineering works, except on Sunday, which diminished my enjoyment of the place.
On then to Pietrasanta, a lovely town, famed for its maquette museum and centre of the sculpture industry, with casting workshops two-a-penny, no doubt evolved from the still healthy marble industry in them thar hills.
A lovely setting, and central square, with quirky giraffe sculptures, and a good deal of civic sculpture on display, including one outside my front door.
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