Scenery Porn Quotes

“Avignone era esattamente come la ricordava, piena di fa-scino, discreta e raffinata. Il palazzo dei papi, dalle mura massicce, continuava a levarle il fiato per la sua imponenza, le torri dai tetti appuntiti, le merlature del mastio. Cail condusse Elena ai giardinı Fiori, piante e cigni. Un numero incredibile di cigni galleggiava placidamente nei corsi d'acqua che attraversavano la vegetazione.”
― Cristina Caboni, Il profumo sa chi sei

“Avignon was exactly as she remembered it, full of charm, discreet and refined. The papal palace, with its massive walls, continued to take her breath away with its grandeur, the towers with their pointed roofs, the battlements of the keep. Cail led Elena to the gardens. Flowers, plants and swans. An incredible number of swans floated placidly in the streams that crisscrossed the vegetation.”
― Cristina Caboni, Il sentiero dei profumi

“Avignone era esattamente come la ricordava, piena di fascino, discreta e raffinata. Il palazzo dei papi, dalle mura massicce, continuava a levarle il fiato per la sua imponenza, le torri dai tetti appuntiti, le merlature del mastio. Cail condusse Elena ai giardinı Fiori, piante e cigni. Un numero incredibile di cigni galleggiava placidamente nei corsi d'acqua che attraversavano la vegetazione.”
― Cristina Caboni, Il sentiero dei profumi

“THE sultry summer day is done, The western hills have hid the sun, But mountain peak and village spire Retain reflection of his fire.

Old Barnard's towers are purple still, To those that gaze from Toller-hill; Distant and high, the tower of Bowes Like steel upon the anvil glows; And Stanmore's ridge, behind that lay, Rich with the spoils of parting day, In crimson and in gold array'd, Streaks yet a while the closing shade, Then slow resigns to darkening heaven The tints which brighter hours had given. Thus aged men, full loath and slow, The vanities of life forego,

And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.”
― Walter Scott, Rokeby