I spent the last few days trying to find something very specific in many, many antique stores here in Siena, and hours of traversing the town on Wednesday returned absolutely naught. So yesterday rolls around and my quest continues anew. Bright and early, I began the long march into town again (a paltry two kilometres, yet felt 200), and make my way to the first street crossing, which by this point I've successfully negotiated more times than I've fingers and toes. Yet this time, something taps me on the shoulder and forces my head to turn left. I turn, and...