REVA .

The cold in Tuscany does not bite; it seeps. It climbs up through the terra-cotta tiles, crawls under the heavy wool rugs, and settles deep into the marrow of the stone walls. Tenuta Girasole was built for the violent heat of July. Seeing it now in January, stripped bare of its green canopy, the vines dead against the wire trellises, felt like looking at a corpse.