Shady Lanes

If Italy becomes one's compulsion, one could be compelled to travel at the pace set by the locals, (gli abitanti locali). They know how to set the pace of life. Here in Cortona once more, an early morning stroll will reveal a little of the culture we have all forgotten. Everything one sees has a smell. Smells rest in the brain and remind us of past pleasures. Cypress, horses, morning air, Italian pretty girls, endless memories.......Italia...". Taken and smelled by M. Benaut