The engine idles to off, your feet swing onto the dirty parking lot. A scan of the surroundings isn’t too impressive. An elusive sign or two guide you to the path… Cascate del Mulino this way, they say.
The walk is short, the egg-like aroma of sulfur wafts through the air, tickling the nostrils as you draw closer. A few more steps, the rounding of a corner and, suddenly, a dreamscape peeks through the rising steam — enchanting white travertine pools cradling aquamarine thermal waters that seem to beg you to step into their warm caress.
