Petrarch was having a shit time climbing the mountain.
It was the year 1336 and the Italian poet was midway up the slope of Mount Ventoux. He had traveled to Provence to summit the mountain in southern France with his brother and a couple of servants. And it wasn’t going well.
In a letter he later wrote to his friend and former confessor, Dennis Roberti…
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