Boboli Gardens. Firenze, Italy.
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"But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors."Long darkened corridors lined on either side by trees whose arched limbs form the overhead canopy of green. Gravel walkways through these arches and other narrow passageways are laid out in intricate labyrinths. Here the sun penetrates the leaves with a spattering of light along the floor, the air is heavy and dense, it is hot and humid this summer but the rain will not come to cool the city down. I would not want to be in this garden on a moonless summer night without a lantern.
~ Virginia Woolf (English Modernist Writer. 1882-1941)
Submission to Photo Tuesday for topic "corridors". (end of post)