Between tradition and legend, all the chestnuts of the Lucca mountains.
In October days are getting colder and sun sets early. In the streets of downtown a strong smell, sweet and a bit burnt, and by small braziers at the crossroads of the roads are raised clouds of smoke that mix the autumn mist. The seller most picturesque in front of one of these braziers invites passers-by with chants at regular intervals “mondinee… mondine calde!” It’s time of chestnuts… of meetings at the fireplace to get one’s own hands dirty in the peeling…