The nearby castle was abandoned after the 1695 earthquake which sounded its deathknell. Prior to this two lots of the plague had ravaged the town so it was not the place of note it once was.
In the 21st century it has its place on the tourist trail because of the remnants and the wonderful views over Bolsena.
The town of around 13,000 people has the look of a place being lived in, though on the day I was there I was obviously in the wrong place.
This shot shows the road leading up to the hilltop park.
Fondest memory: This ancient town was one of the most important centers for the Etruscan civilisation.
Today, it derives its fame from its strange sounding wine, Est! Est! Est!.
Translated roughly from the Latin it means 'Here it is! Here it is! Here it is!'
The story goes that a foreign nobleman called Johannes Defuk was travelling in Italy with his manservant, Martino.
It was Martino's job to ride one day ahead looking out for the best wines. When he found a 'locale' of quality he would write Est! on the door as an indication for his master, a sort of medieval 'Routiers' guide.
On reaching Montefiascone, Martino was so impressed with one vendor he wrote Est! three times to mark the wine as God given.
Johannes Defuk agreed and legend states he stayed there for the rest of his life until he had drunk himself to death.
This is not a recommendation you try this for yourself but throughout September it's open house in the cantinas of the town. Shame I was there in March.
It is also the moment when the grave of Mr. Defuk has a ceremonial barrel of Est! Est! Est! poured over it in his honour.
Favorite thing: The quilted fields beckoned as I drove towards Montefiascone from Bolsena. The fertile soil left by the volcano made for agriculture, the snow defining the fence lines. The only problem was finding a place to stop and snap a picture so, in the end, I opted for the Italian solution - pull up anywhere, put your hazard lights on and go about your business. Hey, it works.