Hydrangea Strigosa Root

departed from there and going three days to the east, the man is Diomira, a city with sixty silver domes, bronze statues of the gods, streets paved with tin, a Crystal Theatre, a golden cock that sings every morning on a tower. All this beauty for travelers already know have seen them in other cities. But the properties of this is that whoever comes one evening in September, when days and shortens the multicolored lamps light up together on the doors of fried food, and a terrace a woman's voice cries out: uh! He is to envy those who now think that they have already experienced an evening at the same time that this ed'essere been happy.

(Invisible Cities - Italo Calvino)