Talamone, Mediterranean Sea Magic Relived
Gleefully shouting children jumped from rocky outcrops into the sea, arms outspread.
As I watched them leaping into that aquamarine Mediterranean water with a splash, I lived a leap, too: a metaphoric splash, right into past decades when our three children had cavorted in the waters of the Tuscan seacoast town, Talamone.
I have a memory of our Talamone days right here in our living area: the photo of all three at Talamone on a plate my mother had had made for us.
The photo was taken in the cove just below the 13th-century fortress where we used to swim. That fortress – faithfully restored to its medieval majesty after World War II bomb damage – still towers on a rocky outcrop above that cove, a guarding bastion to the tiny village of Talamone.
Nowadays, green and white umbrellas border the cove below the castle…
…….where vacationers swim, snorkel and float leisurely on inflatable rafts…
Just around the cliff from the copse of umbrellas, others had renounced the comfort of rented lounge chairs shaded by umbrellas for perches on the black rocks bordering emerald and turquoise waters:
Along the Tuscan coast, just about twenty-five kilometers south of Grosseto, the tiny village of Talamone only has a couple restaurants with just one open at lunchtime.
The day we were there, Pino and I actually just had pasta dishes at the coffee bar in the main (and only!) piazza: we wanted to head to “our” cove to swim as soon as possible.
For me, a tasty dish of tagliolini gamberi e zucchini (thin fettuccine with shrimp and zucchini)…..
…and for Pino, a “black pasta”: tagliolini made with cuttlefish ink and topped with a tasty sauce of baby tomatoes and spigola, a Mediterranean whitefish.
While Pino leisurely sipped his post-lunch caffe’, I wandered the Talmone centro (which only took about as long as his espresso).
Near the fortress, I discovered a B&B right across the lane from the precipice dropping to the sea. Looking over the railing, I saw where the B&B guests swim:
Maybe we should stay there a couple days next summer: it’s time for a Talamone sojourn. One afternoon there only entices.