Travelers on the plateau, shepherds shifting their flocks, bird-catchers watching their nets, hermits gathering greens: all look down and speak of Bacio. At times the wind brings a music of bass drums and trumpets, or the bang of firecrackers in the light-display of a festival. Those who look down from the heights conjecture about what is happening in the city; they wonder if it would be pleasant or unpleasant to be in Bacio that evening. not that they have any intention of going there (in any case the roads winding down to the valley are bad), but Bacio is a magnet for the eyes and thoughts of those who stay above.<P>
<B>I inserted the word <I>Bacio</I> in the first and third sentence.<br> 
The rest is from Italo Calvino's "Cities and Names 5" (chapter 8, p.124), a short story taken out of <I> Invisible Cities. </I> </B>