Assisi, a beautiful medieval town, in the middle of one of the most beautiful Italian landscapes: the Umbrian Apennines. But it is at night that you can breathe the atmosphere of “lost in time”..
Between Tupino and the water that comes down from the hill elect of blessed Ubald, A fertile slope of lofty mountain hangs,
Perugia feels the cold and heat Through Porta Sole, and behind it weep Gualdo and Nocera their grievous yoke.
Of that slope, there where she breaketh most Its steepness, rose upon the world a sun
how does this from the Ganges.
But those words of that place, do not tell Ascended, for he would say little, But Orient, if he properly would speak.
Dante Alighieri
Paradiso Canto XI.
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