Siena was one of those places that felt almost mythic in my memory — the Tuscan hills glowing in summer light, the slow swirl of history in every cobblestone. I first wandered its winding streets in my early twenties while studying in Florence, and I thought I knew it well. But this time, on our fall honeymoon with our toddler in tow, Siena revealed itself in a whole new way: softer, slower, somehow more real. With cooler air and the gentle sound of little feet on ancient stones, the city that once felt like a dream became our very tangible day of laughter, coffee, and rediscovery.
