|The woman at right was picking wild brocoletti|
|Casale della Vaccareccia|
|Picnic on a bench in the Sacred Wood|
We were on our way back now, through a fence, past some friendly donkeys and a herd of
sheep being taken to the Casale by dogs that at first seem interested in protecting their flock from the intruders--meaning us--but then retreated, apparently exhausted by their day's effort.
And home. Not without interest.
|Never did figure out what this was|