Edith Wharton,
The Valley of Decision — Book I, Chapter 8
(1901)
“ All the afternoon they drove between umbrageous parks and under the walls of terraced vineyards. It was a region of delectable shade, with glimpses here and there of gardens flashing with fountains and villa roofs decked with statues and vases; and at length, toward sunset, a bend of the road brought them out on a fair-spreading city, so flourishing in buildings, so beset with smiling hills, that Odo, springing from his seat, cried out in sheer joy of the spectacle.They had still the suburbs to traverse; and darkness was falling when they entered the gates of Turin. ”
