Passeggiando fuori dagli itinerari consueti in Toscana ogni due passi si scopre una meraviglia: querce che rasentano il cielo con i rami, ruscelli che cantano giù per il pendio ombroso, acqua chiara e fresca come l'argento vivo.
Stradine, vecchie mulattiere battute di sassi, antichi borghi , chiese , torri in the silence of things seem to be buried away in the shadow of memories: those who venture into these landscapes is struck by a scene of rare beauty. It seems that on this earth is under a shadow full of medieval mystery. From a cliff appears the sudden ruin of a castle, ivy-covered walls, arched eye still stands the test of time and staring at you in the sky polished.
While the eye is immersed in the spectacle of the horizon, ranging from the vague to the mountains of the Chianti hills of Siena slender, reddish, slowly dips into the past and repopulate the harshness of the place of ghosts. From the dense bush suddenly appears a farmhouse. The roof collapsed, but a new inhabitant has made its entry: an oak stands imperiously while echoing inside and outside the birds chirping like a chorus of welcome.
For the slopes of the valleys, olive trees formed as a white wreath. The cypress bring you the sun and standing against a red church bell from the baby is on the wing in the air with its bell dangling arch of stone, that nobody sees but always sounds at all hours.
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