Chapter 122 It Was All
- “It was all sugarcane then.” She waved to the view. “Look across the inlet!”
- Cane fields stretching from the sea to the mountains.
- “My mother used to watch the burning of the cane from the tower here. But they do not burn the fields now. The cane is harvested green with special machinery. My grandson, Alessandro, looks after that business. His brother, Antonio, manages the tea...”