Within the undulating dirt roads of Fiesole lies a concealed sanctuary, a clandestine oasis of unparalleled splendor veiled from the gaze of the world. It eludes even the most observant hiker, ensconced deeply within the rugged terrain. Access, a labyrinth of invisible barriers, deters casual seekers; dissuading those dependent on the starkness of asphalt. No hurried newcomer stumbles upon its treasures effortlessly. To unravel its mysteries, one must return time and again, lingering until the essence of its joy reveals itself. Across countless generations, its beauty has unfurled with an organic grace, nurtured tenderly by human hands—peasants, scholars, artisans, artists —engaged in a symbiotic creation. Yet, beyond its aesthetic allure lies a deeper enchantment: a balm for wounded spirits, a salve for earthly afflictions. Embedded within its essence is the wellspring of happiness, generously shared among all inhabitants—flora, fauna, winged and hoofed alike—sparking intellectual and artistic endeavors in a harmonious symphony of existence. Herein lies the ineffable magic of Eva’s Garden, an Eden of unassuming grandeur and veiled wonder.

Uli Liebert