Conca d’Oro and the Last Mandarin

The road north from Gela, through gold fields and olive trees. It’s quiet in the rental car. Ivan is at the wheel, Jane and Iva are in the back, and nobody has said anything for a while. We are headed north from Gela on the Sulfur Road, and I am looking out the window at this sun-parched land, all ochre grasses and red earth. Then a long, winding belt of green. A jungle on either side of a lazy river, the Fiume Maroglio. Beyond it are greenhouses and rows of oranges and olives, side by side. Read the full article →

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