Its morning in Cortona. The stone of Piazza della Repubblica  has begun to warm, café tables are being set out, and the sound of cups and quiet conversation drifts across the square. Above it all, swallows weave and dive through the open sky, tracing effortless patterns between rooftops — a small, everyday spectacle that somehow captures Cortona perfectly. It’s in moments like this that the town reveals its true rhythm. Not rushed, not staged, but lived in. Locals pause for a