Kindest follower,
in "
Perugia Photos" first autumn sequel I invite you to take a walk with me from the outskirts of
Perugia, from Monteluce, the mountain of light, to the core of
Perugia,
Perusia Augusta,
Perusia vecchia, the ancient town, the meeting point of the shadows that are always lurking in Umbria. The
City lies between it's aged walls, some of whom were erected even before the counting of time began in these lands. And they are still standing proudly, well preserved, virtually unchanged by the constant sieg of the tides of the ages. They had withstood these attacks so well, that even today on almost no other gap then the old gates it is possible to enter or exit this cage, this anthill of lost souls.
The traveller who first sets his eyes on the
City in a sunset, like this, might wonder if he has left the surely bounds of reality behind him and set foot on the shores of a tale that is about to happen. The town is magnetic, you can hear it whispering in your head, you can feel it after a while as an entity, as a person as a friend as an enemy, as your love. The adventure grows more and more exciting after the first quick flirts with the
City, and as the game intensifies,
it sooner or later changes everybody but the blindest or the most callous hearted. Few can resist few can stay insentient. Can you?
Well a lot had been told today, and much more hadn't. Let's take some rest, maybe a good night's sleep shall we, before we continue this journey to the heart of this charming little place?
-a-
Friendly, you might think the trees are, when you start your walk to the city. Autumn has it's tolls, and life is slowly diminishing from the leaves, but in the light the shining colours of autumn are a joyfull view. After nightfall everything changes. The naked branches seem to be moving, trying to grab you, try to stop you, to not let you pass. You can only hope to reach the pale light that shines from a faraway house, shelter from the wreckless wind that blows between these mountains. 
