'We rambled over the Campagna on Sunday. I suppose France is all right, and England is all right, but I have never seen anything as beautiful as this is. Figure us sitting in hot sunshine on the doorstep of a Roman ruin in a field with hawk-coloured archways against a clear grape-coloured sky, silvery with mountains in the background. Then on the other side nothing but the Campagna, blue and green, with an almond-coloured farm, with oxen and sheep, and more ruined arches, and blocks of marble fallen on the grass, and immense sword-like aloes, and lovers curled up among the broken pots.'
from a letter by Virginia Woolf to her sister Vanessa
