Fog enveloping the ruins of Tesso and Malone valleys. Soon the evening clouds will come and their white mantle will enshroud everything. Without the man, the stones return to being just stones. They become mere witnesses of a forgotten past, signs that will remain just on photographs.
These valleys are small and beautiful. Their vicinity to north Italian planes makes the rising fog a common feature, especially in the cold months, giving an air of mysticism to the landscape.