"The afternoon sun painted her white and gold-rising on her hills like a noble city in a happy dream... This gold and white acropolis rising wave on wave against the blue of the pacific sky was a stunning thing, a painted thing like a picture of a medieval Italian city which can never be discovered."
- John Steinbeck,
Travels with Charley in Search of America
I came across this passage after taking a few pictures of skyline. I remember commenting on how amazing it was to look at the hillside and see it completely blanketed in white, almost as if they were covered in snow.
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