Pot-Roasted Pigeons, Chianti-Style

Wearing a pair of yellow gloves, a natty English suit, a silk scarf and a straw hat (with Lonnie Donegan on my mind), I sped through the vine-clad slopes of the Chianti in a convertible Aston Martin – except James Bond would have had a metallic brown one – to a sleepy town called Castellina in Chianti. Through narrow streets of closed shops I arrived in the church square to find a stunning silence; just a huge blue sky with a few big blackbirds swooping through the illumina