Il Borgo.
few lights lit up the village clinging to the rock. Ippolito Caffi, Venetian painter of the nineteenth century would have the opportunity to make one of his poignant views of the full moon night with lots of fat and drunk on the houses. Unfortunately I was not an artist and my job was to sell and buy paintings by dead artists for some time.
I was in front of a big puzzle.
Triora was San Remo, where I could go to extract information around kicking people. I felt small compared to the centuries-old history condensed in the handful of houses lost.
The evening air caresses my face. With the eye sweeps over the mountains woodlands. A symposium of stars down from the hump of Mount Block, east of Triora. A big kiss full moon illuminating the ruins of the ancient castle of the board and roof terraces to reach the windows of the hotel. The Castrum Vetus Triorae, that was the surviving fortifications, remained cut off a tower and four walls.
The petrification of Triora.
Edmondo Ippolito Ferrario, foreword by Andrew G. Pinketts (Frilli Publisher)
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