I stopped the horses to gaze and wonder; gladly I would have stood there for hours.

Less interested, and impatient to get on, the driver pointed out to me the direction of Cosenza, still at a great distance.

He added the information that, in summer, the well-to-do folk of Cosenza go to Paola for sea-bathing, and that they always perform the journey by night.

I, listening carelessly amid my dream, tried to imagine the crossing of those Calabrian hills under a summer sun! By summer moonlight it must be wonderful.
We descended at a sharp pace, all the way through a forest of chestnuts, the fruit already gathered, the golden leaves rustling in their fall.

At the foot lies the village of San Fili, and here we left the crazy old cart which we had dragged so far.