My friends said, �Oh, you are going for the legacy of poets.� Golfo dei Poeti�the Gulf of Poets�is where Shelley took up residence and Byron dazzled locals with his swimming prowess. Unfortunately, Shelley, a reckless skipper and poor swimmer, lost his life sailing into a squall near Viargeggio and was cremated on the beach. One comes to Liguria to worship the sea. �No,� I replied, �I�m going for the weeds. No one is more weed crazy than the Italians.�

greens crazy in italy, an enchanting long essay by jeffery greene for the university of virginia press blog.

and, perhaps it is the frequency illusion, but does this not bring us back to columella and pliny and potage and guy davenport, and also vaughn in denmark writing about edible plants, and even that time i was in gifu lunching at a small restaurant in the mountains with strange herbs and vegetables that were gathered locally.