When we arrived home from our Cortona excursion, the weather had turned dreary and a storm blew in. When the rain stopped at sunset, a dense fog had set in and I went on a little walk around the town. Even the fog seems to suit Rapale; it takes on an ethereal storybook feel.
I happened upon this little gate
Which led to this little overgrown garden
Which is home to a mossy and mysterious stone bench
And these grapes - the garden's only sign of life these days.
You have to keep the gate closed though, to keep the boars out. They love grapes!
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