"The
situation of the villa was perfect.
It was three miles from
Florence, on the side of a hill...to see the sun
sink down, drowned on his pink and
purple and golden floods, and
overwhelm Florence with tides of color
that make all the sharp lines dim and faint
and
turn the solid
city to a city of dreams, is a sight to stir the coldest
nature and
make a sympathetic one drunk with
ecstasy...This is a two story house...Outside, it is a plain square
building like a box and is painted a light yellow
and has green window shutters. It stands in a commanding
position on an
artifical terrace of liberal dimentions
which is walled around
with strong masonry. From the walls
the vineyards and olive orchards of
the estate
slant away toward the valley; the
garden about the house is stocked
with flowers and a convention of
lemon
bushes in great crockery tubs; there are
several
tall trees--stately stone pines--
also fig trees and trees of breeds not
familiar to me; roses overflow the retaining
walls and
the battered mossy stone
urns on the gateposts in pink and
yellow cataracts...there are gravel walks shut
in by tall laurel
hedges. A back corner
of the terrace is occupied by a
dense grove of old ilex trees. There is a stone table
in there with stone
benches all
around it. No shaft of
sunlight can penetrate that grove." Autobiography, 342-344