Perugia

Oh Perugia, I could wax poetic about Perugia for pages and pages...or you could just read Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes to know why I'm so in love with this place.
I got into the city-center at around 19:00 and walked through piazza Quattro November to get to my hostel. It seemed that the entire town was out in the square in front of the big church. Young and old, despite the winter-like cold, they were all bundled up in their winter coats and chatting in front of the bars and trattorias. Right from the start I got a very social and pleasant vibe from the people here.
My first night was relaxing, I went for Gnocchi and a glass of wine at a little pizzeria in IV November then hustled back to my hostel to make the 11:00 curfew.