It had rained the day before my visit. Therefore, the steep slope that I climbed up alone to this abandoned, Italian villa on a hill, had turned into a muddy slide. The way up was correspondingly arduous and painstaking. I slipped off several times and within minutes my clothes were half soaked and completely dirty. But I didn't want to give up and fought my way up. Once there, I had to walk through bushes and a nettle-overgrown garden, until I finally reached the open access at the back of the building.
But the effort was absolutely worth it. On the ground floor was a hall with columns and a fireplace. However, the most magnificent room was on the first floor. Great wall and ceiling paintings, mirrors on both sides, a skylight with broken glass, several statues and faces made of stone; and everything embedded in sad decay. This room was simply impressive, and overwhelming beautiful.
Subsequently, I still discovered a fountain with a statue in the back of the garden.
For the way down, I chose another route. This one was a little easier, although at the end I had to climb over a fence, to get out. But fortunately, I wasn't seen doing that by the residents of the property, and that was the main thing.
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