Three peaks, three towers
“It was October 9. The air was cold, the sky very blue, one of those days you would pour into a glass and drink in one breath.” (Åsa Larsson)
The sun rises over the hills asleep of Le Marche, illuminating with his usual vibrant intensity another autumn day.
Curiosity: the three peaks of trees in the foreground seem to want to imitate the famous three towers of Corridonia, in the background.