In this place the florentine writer Tiziano Terzani used to come often: here, in an absolutely panoramic position and by an old nice cherry tree, pinched a couple of ceramic eyes to teach to his son initially that “the tree and everything else around is belonging to a marvellous life made up of beings” and therefore needs respect.
Those eyes are still there and now, around them, other items such as bracelets, necklaces, stripes of buddhist flags were left by those many anonimous that came here after like a sort of pilgrimage
