I spent two days on the mouth of river Serchio with lot of old and new fellows. Here is a short chronicle of the week-end with pictures took by them.


I recalled
the ages
of my life

These are
my rivers

This is the Serchio
whose waters have been drawn
for perhaps two thousand years
by my peasants folks
by my father and my mother

Giuseppe Ungaretti, Rivers, 1916 – Translated by Diego Bastianutti