Windmills on the edge of town
For this visit I was shocked to see a collection of modern windmills on the leading edge of the mountain that holds the town. I was reminded of a poem that my Grandfather taught me and I don’t fully remember. It includes the rhyme something to the effect of “Quando Tocco sensa vente, Il Diablo sensa dente” (When Tocco doesn’t have wind, The Devil doesn’t have teeth). He was trying to share with me that Tocco is a very windy place since it IS perched on top of a mountain.
I hope you can zoom up to read this cool article I found after returning home. It’s from the New York Times in 2010 (Isn’t the Internet amazing? We used to have to score the microfilm in libraries to find stuff like this) I was so impressed to find it. Tocco is such a small town to have such a featured article in the New York Times!
