Chapter 29 TO FIESOLE AND SETTIGNANO

How weary one grows of the ways of a city,-yes, even in Florence, where every street runs into the country and one may always see the hills and the sky! But even in Athens, when they built the Parthenon, often, I think, I should have found my way into the olive gardens and vineyards about Kephisos: so to-day, leaving the dead beauty littered in the