This book is not a guide written by a professional traveller for aspiring professional travellers. It proposes no itineraries. It doesn't advise you on hotels, restaurants or local shops. To put it simply, the author didn't feel like cataloguing the marvellous universe of the voyage within the linear coordinates of a 'travel guide'. This book is a lazy pilgrimage, in and around winding roads in Molise, the contented reflections of a traveller despite his best efforts. It's not out of badness, but "as Parise says, the years pass, you get what your want, others pass, and then it's over. That's why you need some pause for thought".