Ideal pastoral Cagliari a day in Italy

In the capital of Sardinia, a sweet cake was reminiscent of the legendary ideal pastoral -- arcadia.

Et in Arcadia ego is a Latin counsel, whose literal meaning is: I have been living in arcadia. In order to facilitate not accustomed to fallEuropeThe reader to understand the book bag, this sentence is often translated as: I had a pastoral life. Arcadia is a European the Peach Garden, according to legend, located in the Peloponnese region, grazing and people, stand aloof from worldly success; away from the port and town, away from the strange world and it brings conflict and hustle and bustle. Baroque painters often will these words painted in his works, Gerd wrote that the meaningful "ItalyBlogs ", Et in Arcadia ego as the theme of the book. For him, Italy is the real Arcadia, representing quiet meaningful classical beauty, representing the people of industrial revolution and the enlightenment movement Sturm und Drang of pastoral life of melancholy and deep Memorial memorial.

Arcadia

The plan of the Sardinia

In fact, the Sardinia is not our destination. Just because I can't get to the ticket, we through the Italy boots kicked out long island.

For a weekTravelingPlan in haste, fly to Sardinia's capital of Cagliari, we hurried to the visitor center and port out of Sicily route. Was told that there was a class ship night, but back in a week, if sit the boat returns, we'd have missed the return flight. Helpless, we could not go on holiday remote control group order from Sicily flew back to the Sardinia of the tickets online.

Mini plane very before the industrial era, the cushion is deep brown leather wrapping. Ten rows of seats only packed with wearing a black hat of the local uncle. The thin as eggshell, could not block the propeller deafen the ear with its roar roar.

Because the ticket on the day before we left Italy, so "have a half-day idle", we have the opportunity to quickly visit was not included in the plan of the Cagliari.

The old town.

Old urban construction on the hillside, along the winding mountain road, a quiet corner of a hidden to love each other dearly couple, as if the city has to fall in love. Lined with dark green palm trees, whiteDaliThe stone buildings, the blue Mediterranean ports and lofty sky, falling in love is like the sun the most logical thing in Cagliari. One sigh, side went on up the hill, the old city walls in the heavy stone on the road to cast a deep shadow.

At noon we reached the top of the hill. Bells jingle when sounded, square in front of the church were filled with people dressed, a Italy wedding is being held here. Relatives and friends, holding a red and white roses, smile brighter than the sun; the men wore well-cut dark suits, shiny hair; the women dress skirt gorgeously; the flower girl running in excitement, Pearl White Satin on the church steps wiping the scuttling sound. First love, the last rites, as if the old city of Cagliari in a tortuous mountain road, took the most incisive interpretation of good.