Restaurant
This is the restaurant a few hundred metres down the hill. If you have Google Earth try flying to aboca, sansepocro, italy and you will see L'Osteria In Aboca listed.

The house is situated among oak and chestnut woods on the slopes of the Alpe della Luna (Mountains of the Moon). There are numerous footpaths through the national park which can be accessed directly from the house.

Nearby, Sansepolcro is the birthplace of Piero della Francesca, many of his best works may be seen in the Museo Civico, as well as in the museums of Monterchi, Urbino and Arezzo. Sansepolcro offers many fine restaurants, bars, supermarkets, specialist food shops, banks, excellent clothes shops and a twice weekly market.

Further afield there are the delights of the region's many medieval hill towns and villages, such as Anghiari and Cortona. St Francis has many local connections, his long-time home La Verna and Assisi itself are close by. The splendours of Siena and Florence are within reach for a day's sightseeing.

The nearest beaches are on the Adriatic coast at Rimini and Riccione.

Driving times:
Sansepolcro 10 mins, Anghiari 20mins, Arezzo 40mins, Perugia 45 mins, Cortona 60mins, Assisi 70 mins, Urbino 70 mins, Gubbio 70mins, Siena 90mins, Rimini 105mins, Florence 120mins, Bologna 120mins, Rome 180mins.

Nearest airports: Perugia 45mins, Bologna-Forli 75mins, Florence 90mins, Pisa 120mins, Bologna 120mins, Rome (Ciampino) 180mins.

Here are the first two paragraphs of the essay by Aldous Huxley

Borgo San Sepolcro is not vey easy to get at. There is a small low-comedy railway across the hills from Arezzo. Or you can approach it up the Tiber valley from Perugia. Or, if you happen to be at Urbino, there is a motor 'bus which takes you to San Sepolcro, up and down through the Apennines, in something over seven hours. No joke, that journey, as I know by experience. But it is worth doing, though preferably in some other vehicle than the 'bus, for the sake of the Bocca Trabaria, that most beautiful of Apennine passes, between the Tiber valley and the upper valley of the Metauro. It was in the early spring that we crossed it. Our omnibus groaned and rattled slowly up a bleak northern slope, among bald rocks, withered grass and still unbudded trees. It crossed the col and suddenly, as though by a miracle, the ground was yellow with innumerable primroses, each flower a little emblem of the sun that had called it into being.

And when at last one has arrived at San Sepolocro, what is there to be seen? A little town surrounded by walls, set in a broad flat valley between hills; some fine renaissance palaces with pretty balconies of wrought iron; a not very interesting church, and finally, the best picture in the world.

Bah-boom! Aldous Huxley - Along the Road - Notes and Essays of a Tourist.