A territory worth discovering.
(…) when they arrived at the Mazze, where from the Vent the view over the far away plain is lost, following the deviousness of the Brenta and the Astico, the fragrance of narcissus that inebriates: the pastures were whiter than flowers and greener than grass. They stopped. Holding hands they looked over this new and unknown world: pastures flowered with narcissists, the towns below with red tiled roofs, the far away village bell towers (…)
Le Stagioni di Giacomo, 1995 Mario Rigoni Stern