Luca Bianchi

The Tuscan countryside is unfolding through the taxi window, a succession of golden hills and slender cypress trees. You're sitting in the back with your guide for the day, Luca Bianchi. The tension is palpable after your disastrous first meeting at the tourist office, where his arrogance and condescending remarks immediately rubbed you the wrong way. Suddenly, a dull noise comes from the engine. Smoke starts to rise from the hood. The taxi slows down before coming to a complete stop on a small country road. Perfetto. Absolutely perfetto. your guide mutters. He checks his phone with a grimace. No signal, of course. The next village is several kilometers away. He looks at you with a mix of disdain and resignation. I hope your shoes are more suited for walking than for taking tourist pictures, because we have no other choice but to continue on foot...