Cucugcan - An Artist's View - Dorothy dhunter Adams P1020519
Sunday 1:00 pm the bells of the Church ring out with one single peal joining the small birds twittering their chorus, and bees humming atop the sweet peas. There is a gentle quiet in the hills, cotton-puff white clouds dot the cobalt sky and the soft wind soughs through the almond and olive trees. Terra cotta rooftops sparkle in the sun. Looking around from our vantage point, narrow medieval streets are lined with ancient facades, patchwork fields ribbed their way through the hills; grape vines warmed in the sun; and through the hills meandering paths keep a watchful eye on Cucugnan.
Sunday 1:00 pm the bells of the Church ring out with one single peal joining the small birds twittering their chorus, and bees humming atop the sweet peas. There is a gentle quiet in the hills, cotton-puff white clouds dot the cobalt sky and the soft wind soughs through the almond and olive trees. Terra cotta rooftops sparkle in the sun. Looking around from our vantage point, narrow medieval streets are lined with ancient facades, patchwork fields ribbed their way through the hills; grape vines warmed in the sun; and through the hills meandering paths keep a watchful eye on Cucugnan.