As I walk the entire path, the strong, sweet smell of plants intoxicates my mind. The island's ancient name was "Popilia," said to be derived from the Latin "populus," "poplar," precisely because of the trees that make up this vegetation. In some places, the trees are so dense that the sun disappears and nothing is visible. From here I was able to reach the small Church of San Vitale. By now there is not much left of it, only the bell tower, which, however, no longer has hands. Here time has stopped, everything has remained crystallized.