After a short drive we arrive at Largo di Bolsena. At the bottom of the lake we stop at Montefiascone to buy the famous wine... Est, Est, Est.

According to legend, a German prelate, on the way to Rome, he sent his servant ahead and instructed him to mark the inns where the wine was best with the word Est.

When he arrived at Montefiascone the servant found the wine so good that he wrote "Est, Est, Est". And the master, becoming enthusiastic, drank so much of it that he died.

We didn't have quite that much, but brought some home.