In and out of Florence; a new introduction to a well-known city . ees, with thewarm sun splashing down through their old men and women and a half-dozen playingchildren were usually on the scattered benches, andin one corner near the castle was a smoothed place for bowls, busyevery afternoon andall day Sunday. Andfrom every way butthe narrow town sidewas a breath-takingview out over thegreen and brown andlavender valley to thepurple mountain hori-zon. From Poppi wemade our excursionson foot along thedusty roads, withshepherds and sheepand heavy oxen for Facing our garden gate was
In and out of Florence; a new introduction to a well-known city . ees, with thewarm sun splashing down through their old men and women and a half-dozen playingchildren were usually on the scattered benches, andin one corner near the castle was a smoothed place for bowls, busyevery afternoon andall day Sunday. Andfrom every way butthe narrow town sidewas a breath-takingview out over thegreen and brown andlavender valley to thepurple mountain hori-zon. From Poppi wemade our excursionson foot along thedusty roads, withshepherds and sheepand heavy oxen for Facing our garden gate was company; or by fra-the great brown block of a grant paths through castle [Poppi] with its high ^^e fields and vine- square tower. , i i • i yards; or by the wmd- ing way along the tree-lined shallow river. Occa-sionally we drove in a bouncing little carriage to themore distant places, like Camaldoll and La we could go down the hill to the station at itsfoot and take the toy railway train with its littleparlor compartments to either end of the valley,. In the Casentino 299 and then tramp back. In the soft moonht eveningswe loitered in the old castle court listening halffearfully for ghostly noises from the banquet halloverhead or the dun- ^^if. geon cells below. When thegreat fair was held at Bibbiena we went to it and bought a green umbrella. When the vintage came we joined the pickers on one of our landlords p o d e r i, where Rowena picked and sang by Concettas side. The Casentino days were wonderfully good days, every one of them. They filled our nostrils and lungs with a tingling air fresh from the mountain forests. They were of the kind that one dreams back to in fireside reveries. Someway it is Nature that has the upper handwith one in the Casentino. And yet there are re-wards for the picture hunter. At Stia, in the headof the valley, at Strada on the Solano, and on thehill near Romena are some old twelfth centurychurches. The special interest in them all is th
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