Lake Paola

From the ribbon of sand you go down to Lake Paola. The water is still, the reed bed closes off the edges, and the mountain is mirrored in it when there is no wind. You follow the bank without hurrying: this is the stop where you look, before sitting down. The lakefront is close, the boats are still, but it is not the table yet. Here the route stays with the territory, between the reflection of the Circeo and the low sound of the rushes.