The rich sediments
The rich culture washed down
From the high alps
On Sud Tyrol
A high plateau
Sitting between the Alps of Switzerland, Italy and Austria
Rich agricultural land
Its part of Italy
The main language in German
The houses look as is transplanted from Switzerland
And of course through it is the Reschen passage
The beautiful big expanse of water
Baked hot in the mid July sun
It spans the border I to Switzerland
But it’s so Italian
The colour
The richness
The food
The unexpected
The exuberance of the Italian language
Talking with the hands
The language almost a song.
On a hot day in July on Lago Maggoria
Paradise found
In Italy
Worth a kings ransome
The Kings hunting ground
Gifted to the people in 1922
Italy’s oldest national park
Nestled at the end of the Conge Valley
Paradise found
In Milton’s epic poem Paradise Lost he regrets the loss of innocence and in some ways the loss of beauty to sin and greed.
Gran Paridiso is the opposite to that natural beauty returned to the people.
Sweltering in the heat of the Midi Pyrenees
The monoliths around Grenoble loom large on the skyscape
Past mini gorges
Of cascades
Memories of events never to be repeated
Over high passes
Toward the the highest peak in wester Europe.
The road winds on
To Mount Blanc
I must admit to being a bit disappointed by Mont Blanc.
Surrounded by resorts and the massive road infrastructure for the tunnel.
Little did I know at the time, over the border in Italy there was paradise.
A hot run across the Spanish border
Roads lined this plane trees in the Midi Pyrenees
And on to Carcassonne
Medieval citadel
Relic of the Cathar Dream
Survivor of the Cathar Wars.
Bastion of the past
Standing on the hill
Survivor of centuries
Weathered wall the keepers of secrets through the ages
The ancient citadel on the hill
Carcasonne
It well hold its secrets to the sun sets over it for the last time.
