LA VIOLETTA

You’re on foot, in a land where you don’t speak the language, walking the country roads. The crisp song of summer cicadas follows you.

There’s a sign up ahead, shady trees line the path, a fountain surrounded by flowers, a small village … La Violetta.

The inhabitants sit in silence, watching you with one eye, the other on their glass, and these are the wines they drink.

 

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