It was a late summer night in Siena, and I happened to discover that the iron gate by the side of Basilica of San Domenico, which was firmly closed during the day time, was slightly open. I stepped inside and it led me to a Tuscan night view of my dreams. I stood there looking down the meandering alleys lined with romantic rustic apartments and embroidered with yellow street lamps. The topper placed on the crown of this hilly village is the Cathedral of Siena.