Byways in southern Tuscany . woman. We saluted and I, still under the spellof the sixteenth century, began to praise what was beforeus. She frowned and glancing disdainfully about hersaid: But what a miserably ugly place is Sorano, Signora!How can you think so? I exclaimed, I admire itgreatly. Scornfully she replied: It is ugly. I was not bornhere, not I. I was born in Montepulciano, and with aslight inclination she urged on her donkey and left me as 281 BYWAYS IN SOUTHERN TUSCANY one of too low standards to be conversationally worthwhile. Feeling rebuked yet clinging to my own opinion I cross
Byways in southern Tuscany . woman. We saluted and I, still under the spellof the sixteenth century, began to praise what was beforeus. She frowned and glancing disdainfully about hersaid: But what a miserably ugly place is Sorano, Signora!How can you think so? I exclaimed, I admire itgreatly. Scornfully she replied: It is ugly. I was not bornhere, not I. I was born in Montepulciano, and with aslight inclination she urged on her donkey and left me as 281 BYWAYS IN SOUTHERN TUSCANY one of too low standards to be conversationally worthwhile. Feeling rebuked yet clinging to my own opinion I crossedthe bridge and passed through the first gate, for there aretwo here with a big barrel-vaulted chamber the ceiling of the latter is a convenient opening forpouring boiling oil or melted lead upon the heads of theunwelcome. Through the second gate one comes outupon the first courtyard and observes how well defendedwas the fortress of Sorano, for beyond this lies anothermoat, another drawbridge, and another A Street in Sorano282
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