In my need to retrace the paths that the past has shown us there are places around, especially in Italy, where architecture and nature love to show themselves in a perfect union. Here rich families built their villas and palaces with gardens with fairy-tale geometries. Just think of the Boboli Gardens in Florence, grandiose behind the enormous Pitti Palace. The garden was and is the first and last thing in a palace. Here love stories were born and young people were hidden with their hearts, passions, loves to be experienced, among flowers, statues and fountains or hidden among the trees to protect their intimacy from prying eyes. I imagined beautiful women immersed in nature confused between statues and flowers as if time stopped to look at their beauty, forever.