Do not touch the wires; danger in death
Good to know and applicable in so many situations
As with most languages, Italian does not have several English letters, "J" being one of them. They substitute, in this instance, and "I" for the "J", spelled Iesi, pronounced "E S E". Iesi is in the region of Le Marche and has a population of around 20,000. In looking at places we'd like to live, Iesi caught our attention. Small, but mighty, it has an opera house, an impressive art supply store, a train station and medical services. So, we took the early train from Florence, changing trains in Foligno (Fo lean o) to spend a whirlwind 24 hours in this lovely little town.
Iesi is about one hour west of Ancona - a port city - and pretty accessible. What we (I - Stacey) forgot to figure in was that it is SOUTH and HOTTER than Florence (which has been hotter than average) and whose mosquitos were out in force, so not a great start for me as I am heat intolerance and allergic to those flying blood suckers.
The Iesi train station is undergoing updates - as are most of the smaller ones on this route. As we found out later, it's a little underdeveloped area that is on the other side of the tracks (pun intended) from the city Centro (pronounced chentro - meaning Center). There is a distinct divide in socioeconomics from the rest of the city for about a five block radius. First order of business was to get rid of our day packs at the VRBO we rented. As has been our experience for the most part, communication was great and less than a half hour later we were on our way to find food. It was getting near La Pausa - the time when Italians close their stores/restaurants and rest for a few hours and then reopen around 3:30-4:00pm so the press was on. Smaller towns and places outside major city centers also observe La Pausa, so it's something we have structured our day around.
Iesi is a city of small streets and is hilly - SURPRISE (not). So cute!
JR found us Trattoria Antonietta for lunch. A small restaurant with seating for less than 20. The lovely owner, when we indicated we only knew a little Italian but were trying to do more, smiled, nodded and then spoke to us in slower and less complicated Italian - it filled my 'speak Italian with Joy' need as well as 'eat all the good food' need. I had a 'medium' carafe of house red, which was a large carafe everywhere else, along with strozzapreti, a pasta very similar to pici with butter, guanciale and cheese - DIVINE! JR had tagliatelle with ragu which I hear was also spectacular. After satiating our bodies and spirits, it was time for our La Pausa as well ;)


After a nap we walked around just enjoyed the town - and of course saw lots of street art in our pursuit of more good food.
Sunset from the lower portion of the city looking toward the church.