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The small Maya focuses on the fork, unnoticed soon passes to pinch a cluster of spaghetti between the forefinger and thumb, soiling her little muzzle. "We read about the festival on the internet. The atmosphere is magnificent, and the bottarga delicious. It really is the caviar of the Mediterranean" says his father Andrey, one of the many visitors who fill Piazza Sturzo in Cabras on the last Saturday of July.

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In the late afternoon on the wall of each Riola Sardo house rests a laurel branch. The dark green leaves lay on the opaque pastels where the sun is missing, or are stirred in shadows in the breeze when the light arrives slanting and intense. Three days before the committee of the feast of S. Anna cut the branches from the luxuriant hedges of Milis, paying the farmers in baskets of fish.

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In the late afternoon on the wall of each Riola Sardo house rests a laurel branch. The dark green leaves lay on the opaque pastels where the sun is missing, or are stirred in shadows in the breeze when the light arrives slanting and intense. Three days before the committee of the feast of S. Anna cut the branches from the luxuriant hedges of Milis, paying the farmers in baskets of fish. The laurel has been loaded on trolleys and tractors, especially by young people, and then distributed through the streets of Riola, dressed as a small Jerusalem.