Castel San Pietro is one of the most romantic viewpoints overlooking Verona, Italy - and naturally, perfect for watching the sunset.
One by one the couples disappear after the sun passes behind the distant mountains. But the show has only just begun! Light clouds paint across the sky just over the horizon. Yellow, orange, pink… fading into a light blue sky, darkening above into sapphire. The mountains, grey silhouettes against the pastel sky. A siren wails past, conducting an orchestra of barking dogs around the city. Every few minutes an instrument can be heard playing over the steady sound of the flowing river.
Lights spring up around the hills – only a few, but soon the hill became covered with minuscule orange twinkles. The sky, an ever-changing landscape, a brush smearing the clouds in slow motion – this way and that.
The clouds turned purple – what’s left of them. They thin out, stretching across the horizon, hanging above the landscape.
Here, I read the horizon: countless cypress trees, a flat city creeping up onto low hills, and small mountains in the far distance.
Italians converse around the small balcony. Laughter, waving hands. Is it possible to find a monotonous Italian? I don’t think so. Again, drums thud, a whistle echoes. Dogs bark off in the distance, hidden behind the walls of medieval buildings. Graffiti is etched all across the wall: “Pietro urso ti amo tantisimo,” “Diana grazie desistere.”