CIA nder your feet, under the stones, you are walking on the Earth, mother of us all. I want to introduce you to a son who embodies the strength and the ancient privilege of wisdomChestnut y regards, dear wayfarer. Yes, I know, I seem so useless to you because I’m gnarled and curved. I am an old chestnut, it is true. But my value doesn’t diminish with my venerable age…on the contrary! Can you smell my sweet and warm aroma? It’s honey, which bees produce every spring with my flowers’ nectar. And look at these gnarled branches: in autumn they are loaded with the weight of many precious berries: the chestnuts. I keep one of the greatest secrets of Palazzuolo, I don’t know if you will succeed in discovering it