There are places that you don't visit.
are inhabited
Walking becomes enough. Sit down too. Look even more.
A lunch without haste.
A white road that stretches through the hills.
A bench in the shade in the early afternoon.
They are minimal experiences, but they carry weight. Because they don’t compete with anything, they don’t ask for attention, they promise nothing but presence.
Because they don’t compete with anything, they don’t ask for attention, they promise nothing but presence.
It is always in the return that Montaione really makes himself felt.
When you leave the village and return, perhaps as the light goes down, you notice that your body is going slower, even if the road is the same as before.
This is what certain places do: they teach you a rhythm.
hoping you'll take it with you on your next trip.
