We skipped the dirt roads today for the efficiency of the motorway and made our way to Siena. The color “burnt siena” is apparently named for the place and practically all the buildings have that same warm brick color because that’s the color of the earth here. We climbed the 400 steps up the city tower — Stella rode up on Bryan’s back in the Ergo carrier — where we could see the whole city and surrounding patchwork of green and yellow fields. On Cara’s recommendation, we checked out Osteria La Logge, just off Piazza del Campo. The burrata was so creamy it almost tasted like butter. The fresh egg tagliatelle with Tuscan ragu was gone in 5 minutes. The Duomo was our last stop in town — an impressively bold mix of patterns and colors, with figures etched into the marble on the floor. (Was there an Egyptian influence in the black and white striping?) It reminded us that Siena was once a very powerful city.