On a day of near-continuous thunderstorms, the raging river:

A day later, the bottom of the gorge below Dazio Grande (on the stormy day, when I ran up the gorge to catch a bus, the noise and vibration was insane):

Into the gorge:

Near the top of the gorge:

The very top of ther gorge is an insane place: the old road, the modern road, the railway and (not visible at the lowest level) the highway all cross each other while also crossing the river. Dazio Grande is the old wayside hotel visible at centre.

_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}