From Florence, we took the 9am train to Lucca. One way fare for €7.50. All 11 of us aboard. The train ride was short and smooth, and we literally walked out of the train station to just outside the walled city. Everything’s all in there. You walk it. You bike it. You Vespa it, like Italians do. Us? We walked. Aimlessly.
With so many churches dotting this heritage city, we only managed a couple. That’s NOT counting the ones we simply passed by without stepping in. I have a theory here. One must do the touristy stuff on full stomachs. Otherwise, the smell of freshly-baked pizza and bread, the sight of chocolate truffles and other sweet stuff, as well as the Italian shops selling anything and everything from clothes to shoes to bags will most certainly distract you.
We likewise checked out the amphitheater which is really more like a piazza hemmed in by artisanal shops, bike stands, more churches, gelaterias, trattorias and cafe bars. A tad disappointed, as I was expecting a Roman amphitheater, yet still a pretty sight.