Cascata delle Marmore“The roar of waters! From the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice. The fall of waters! Rapid as the light, the flashing mass foams shaking the abyss. The hell of waters! Where they howl and hiss, and boil in endless torture, while the sweat of their great agony wrung out from this their Phlegeton, curls round the rocks of jet that gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set. And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again returns in an unceasing shower, which round, with its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, is an eternal April to the ground, making it all one emerald. How profound the gulf! And how the giant element from rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent with his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent to the broad column which rolls on, and shows more like the fountain of an infant sea tom from the womb of mountains by the throes of a new world, than only thus to be parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, with many windings, through the vale…”.
(Lord Byron)
“If you are not in a hurry, and you have some time, I recommend you to visit Castelluccio. It’s only half-hour from here, and it is really worth it” told us the girl at the reception when we were about to leave Norcia.
Norcia is renowned for being one of the (if not 'the') capitals of Italian gastronomy: hams and salamis, cheeses, the wild boar and other hunting, lentils, mushrooms, and - above all - the black truffle.
After 
Perugia, the last leg of our short journey in Umbria, was probably the city that I (we?) liked the most. Assisi and Gubbio are indeed beautiful, two little medieval jewels - but at the same time a bit ‘too much’: too clean, too tidy, too ‘for tourists’.
