Is, except his
attitude, which seems to say, "Senza far fatica," - "You see I can
do it quite easily," or, "There is no deception." Nor do we easily
gather what it is that the Roman centurion is saying to St.
Ignatius. I cannot make up my mind whether he is merely warning
him to beware of the reaction, or whether he is a little
scandalised.
From this village I went up the mountain to the sanctuary of S.
Ignazio itself, which looks well from the distance, and commands a
striking view, but contains nothing of interest, except a few nice
votive pictures.
From Lanzo I went to Viu, a summer resort largely frequented by the
Turinese, but rarely visited by English people. There is a good
inn at Viu - the one close to where the public conveyance stops - and
the neighbourhood is enchanting. The little village on the crest
of the hill in the distance, to the left of the church, as shown on
the preceding page, is called the Colma di S. Giovanni, and is well
worth a visit. In spring, before the grass is cut, the pastures
must be even better than when I saw them in August, and they were
then still of almost incredible beauty.
I went to S. Giovanni by the directest way - descending, that is, to
the level of the Stura, crossing it, and then going straight up the
mountain.
