I entered Bacio one morning, a magnolia garden was reflected in blue lagoons, I walked among the hedges, sure I would discover young and beautiful ladies bathing; but at the bottom of the water, crabs were biting the eyes of suicides, stones tied around their necks, their hair green with seaweed.

I inserted the word Bacio.
The rest is from Italo Calvino's "Cities and Signs 4" (chapter 3, p.47), a short story taken from Invisible Cities.