a crumbling asphalt road is the only way up winding amid wild slopes young brush and vinyards heavy with grapes
in the distance we see the evening sun catch bare white mountain peaks
on the hills before them glitter little towns and villages
the air is mild chestnut trees keep dropping their fruit
the farmer's restaurant announced downhill is closed
so is the church
a German shepherd dog silently lies watch over the winery behind a cast-iron gate
the castello turns out to be a not very impressive ruin
advertisement and reality seem to have grown far apart
what makes me write is the quiet of the hills through which we walk the sight of the full moon we enjoy with my hands cupped over your *******
our togetherness
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Cormons -another lovely old place in northern Italy - northlery betwwen Venice and Trieste - you may like to visit... good food, good wine, lots of history in the town and around,..