feat(demo): add journal entries days 5–8 with photos

Co-Authored-By: Claude Sonnet 4.6 <noreply@anthropic.com> Claude-Session: https://claude.ai/code/session_01Vgmzx8VTTTmCskSpQtsLTr
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+title: 'Before the Heat Arrives'
+date: '2026-09-05 08:30'
+template: entry
+published: true
+hero_image: ''
+lat: 43.078
+lng: 11.676
+location_city: Pienza
+location_country: Italy
+weather_temp_c: 21
+weather_desc: Sunny
+---
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+Six o'clock and the valley below Pienza is still in shadow. We left camp early on purpose — the route to Siena is long and September sun waits for no one. On the strade bianche the tyres make a sound like distant applause. No cars for the first two hours. Just the road and the light doing things to the cypress trees that would be embarrassing to describe in any other context.
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+title: 'Into Siena'
+date: '2026-09-05 18:00'
+template: entry
+published: true
+hero_image: ''
+lat: 43.318
+lng: 11.335
+location_city: Siena
+location_country: Italy
+weather_temp_c: 25
+weather_desc: Sunny
+---
+
+The approach to Siena by bike is through streets that get progressively older and steeper until suddenly the Campo is there. We had both seen it in photographs and the photographs are accurate in every way except one: they do not tell you how the square smells — stone and frying onions and the particular warm stillness of a Sienese summer evening. We sat on the pavement with our backs against the Palazzo Pubblico for forty minutes and did not want to be anywhere else.
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+title: 'Florence by Nightfall'
+date: '2026-09-06 20:00'
+template: entry
+published: true
+hero_image: ''
+lat: 43.767
+lng: 11.253
+location_city: Florence
+location_country: Italy
+weather_temp_c: 21
+weather_desc: Cloudy
+---
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+A long day. Siena to Florence is ninety kilometres and involves two significant climbs before you reach the Chianti hills, after which it becomes more manageable but you have already used the legs you needed. We came in from the south as the light was going, the city materialising from a distance as a density of rooftops and towers. The Arno appeared between buildings and we crossed it and then we were in, which is always a slightly surprising moment after a long day.
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+title: 'One Rest Day'
+date: '2026-09-07 14:00'
+template: entry
+published: true
+hero_image: ''
+lat: 43.769
+lng: 11.255
+location_city: Florence
+location_country: Italy
+weather_temp_c: 22
+weather_desc: Partly cloudy
+---
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+The bikes stayed in the basement. We walked instead, which after six days of cycling felt simultaneously easier and harder — easier on the legs, harder on the feet, which are used to being passive. Florence does not require a plan. Every street contains something. We crossed the Arno four times from different bridges, each one giving a slightly different version of the same view, all of them good.
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+title: 'Dawn on the Cecina Coast'
+date: '2026-09-08 07:30'
+template: entry
+published: true
+hero_image: ''
+lat: 43.553
+lng: 10.313
+location_city: Cecina
+location_country: Italy
+weather_temp_c: 20
+weather_desc: Sunny
+---
+
+The last day starts on the coast road south of Cecina, the sea visible between the pine trees. We have been inland for most of the week and the smell of salt water is a surprise. The road is flat, which after eight days of Tuscan hills feels almost suspicious. We rode in silence for the first hour. There was nothing that needed saying.
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+title: 'Home'
+date: '2026-09-08 16:30'
+template: entry
+published: true
+hero_image: ''
+lat: 43.017
+lng: 10.587
+location_city: Campiglia Marittima
+location_country: Italy
+weather_temp_c: 26
+weather_desc: Sunny
+---
+
+The old town of Campiglia was visible on its hill for the last twenty kilometres, appearing and disappearing between the trees the way it had appeared on the horizon eight days ago when we left. The loop is complete: same car park, same view across the coast, different legs. The bikes went back in the car and we sat on a wall and counted the countries and the kilometres and the pasta dishes. Eight days, one loop, Tuscany in September. It was exactly what it was supposed to be.