Our landscape is in itself, without any exageration, a form of art: popular, humble, silent, concrete art. It was once said of Tuscan artists and architects that they had ?“compasses in their eyes?”, meaning that they had the innate gift of geometry and proportion; this can be admired here in some sober views of palaces and churches. But what about those who marked out the fields with such elegant precision, planted cypress trees with an infallible sense of composition, laid hedges with masterful taste, and placed houses and roofs to crown the hills exactly where the eye would expect to see them?
