Among wild thistles, patches of mastic, and powerfully scented helichrysum, in the sun-drenched, windswept landscapes of the island the Greeks call Ichnusa, which they saw as shaped like a human foot, there are ancient, mostly abandoned, priories, monasteries, and isolated country churches. These are building that have been given the names of saints and were once part of human settlements that are now empty of men, sharing remote locations that add to the allure of the landscape. They are veritable miracles of stonework, whose exceptional beauty makes them symbols of the sacredness inherent in the area. This is the Sardinia few know where I found inspiration.
