A few centuries later, we still feel that same simultaneously dense and free atmosphere, that indescribable sense of gravitas every time we ascend to one of the many viewpoints to contemplate the Mare Nostrum bathed in white moonlight.
That silver path across the watery plain still invites us to walk, to run, to search, to touch the Moon, which invariably seems closer than ever, within our reach.
We take advantage of these wonderful, dream-filled nights to rediscover the unforgettable legends that have illuminated the nights of Mediterranean peoples since the dawn of civilization. Whether it’s true or not, whether it really happened or not, the fact is that they have left an indelible mark on our memories.
I believe you’ll agree with me that there are certain moments when we understand that they are just dreams, but dreams are life.
