Byways in southern Tuscany . istance, all were glorified. Opposite, still under theshadow of retreating clouds, the dark tower called Vio-lante, once the shelter and lookout of robbers, emergedfrom the darker forest of ancient oaks that covered theheight above. Everything dripped and glittered and I i8s BYWAYS IN SOUTHERN TUSCANY knew that each leaf and grass blade down below suspendeda crystal globe that held the world in its minute pools of water lay reflecting the sky in the hollowsof the worn stone on the ramparts over which I leaned,and moss and Hchen, moistened and refreshe
Byways in southern Tuscany . istance, all were glorified. Opposite, still under theshadow of retreating clouds, the dark tower called Vio-lante, once the shelter and lookout of robbers, emergedfrom the darker forest of ancient oaks that covered theheight above. Everything dripped and glittered and I i8s BYWAYS IN SOUTHERN TUSCANY knew that each leaf and grass blade down below suspendeda crystal globe that held the world in its minute pools of water lay reflecting the sky in the hollowsof the worn stone on the ramparts over which I leaned,and moss and Hchen, moistened and refreshed, turnedemerald and ivory. Down in the court a white peacockstepped daintily across the flags. Then as we left it and passed down the valley in theevening light, we looked back and distance smoothedaway those modern accretions, and San Gimignanellowith its stout tower, aloft upon the rock where it hadsat for centuries, retired into antiquity again and theScialenga counts nested there once more and bade defianceto Siena. i86. AL H4P
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