When I need some rest there is a place I go to: it is a tiny village of medieval origins in the hills of Liguria next to the French border.
Airole is surrounded by olive trees and grapevines, beautiful woods and a river flowing nearby.
There are also lemon trees,
and beautiful roses...when I arrives there, I first smell the scent of plants,
then I walk in the narrow alleys...
...leading to the small square
Airole is a quiet, little paradise!
So pretty! Someday I hope to get to Italy.ReplyDelete
It would be great,Flo. There are nice places to see. . .ReplyDelete
A paradise for sure..I envy youReplyDelete
. . . and it is so near to the sea. . .Delete
A beautiful village and a beautiful picture. I'm sure there you can find tranquility and relaxation.ReplyDelete
You are right Josep, there is where I spend my summer holidays. . .Delete
One of the nicest things about reading great blogs is when they transport me to their country, as you do with your lovely posts! Keep them coming Dan. I always enjoy catching up with you and Bangio.ReplyDelete
Many thanks, Sue! Your words encourage me to go on. . . I too like to know about other people's country. ( and yours is a special one. . . )ReplyDelete
Gosh what a beautiful place! Looks like a dream to me. Paradise indeed!ReplyDelete
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I am glad you like. Surely I will post from there every now and there...ReplyDelete