A Beautiful Place The chauffer drove all the way up to the of the hill to show Monica the post-car scenes and the temples of the amazing Valle dei Templi. She was enthusiastic, the ruins were more beautiful than she had imaged, and she was anxious to visit them. Driving along the road to the west she could even see the hypogea of the Byzantine age related to the cemetery area of the 6th century A.D commissioned by the Bishop Gregorio Magno of Agrigento. She took out the mobile and call Xender to describe her emotions. She made several attempts, but he didn’t answer. «Here’s Villa Bella!» The chauffer exclaimed, indicating a gorgeous building of the late eighteenth century. It was immersed in the archeological park of orange, lemon, almond and olive trees. A large terrazza overlooked the area as an old Greek divinity. Monica put the mobile back in her purse and lowered the car window to smell the scent of citrus fruit. Some servants were waiting for her. Don Vito went out from the villa and welcomed her friendly. “I hope that your journey was pleasant, my dear” he said, kissing her on her forehead. “ I had you to prepare the lunch on the terrace. Hope you are hungry, Sicilian cuisine is the best all over the world.” He smiled. Monica nodded and lifted her face towards some voices coming from the terrazza. A young Filipino woman was staring at her suspiciously.