Sometimes you are familiar with places which
names you don’t even know, because you have seen pictures in the media or
elsewhere, but you never bothered to check where they were, nor their story. Then, one day, you end up there by chance.
This happened to me when I visited Villa Cimbrone (now a luxury hotel, but you can visit he gardens), in Ravello, and
ended up at the Terrace of Infinity. So,
it’s here, I thought. I had seen this place so often, it belonged to my
mental images of Italy, and suddenly I was in the picture.
There is something special when places leave
the realm of abstract beauty and geography and become part of your experience.
You’re there. You can see them, feel them. You read their story on a bench and, for a little while, they're yours.
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| Mercury's seat. Catullus' poem. |
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| Terrace of Infinity |
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| Terrace of Infinity |
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| The Villa (now a hotel) |
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| The Rose Terrace. Poem by Omar Khayyam. |
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