ABSTRACT
What unbridled passion it must have taken to build this town, where against all odds these buildings and streets pack a proud and angry slope that rises furiously from bay to peak. On certain days in December, in radical disregard for the supposed pure and simple perfection of this place, snow falls in the hills, reminding all who live here that they are visitors, not exactly welcome, and destined not to stay for long. On other days in September, the ground will shake with such vengeance that everything they’ve built shifts, if just an inch, as though settling into a long and fitful sleep. What oblivious peace it must take to settle here.
