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July 2, 2009
When we reach the Passo di Cento Croci, it's evening already. Over a thousand metres above sea level there is finally a freshness to the air, and for a long time we sit on the side of the road, looking down into the beautiful valley, and beyond, at the hills which plunge into the sea on the other side, creating Cinque Terre. The meadows are in full flower, swaying in the constant breeze and smelling sweetly. Hardly any houses can be seen, the green hills fold away unspoiled, there is a distant sound of cow bells, peace comes over us.