Orbetello was the starting point of this little railway line that departed from the town’s railway yard to end at an apparently insignificant rocky cliff in a wonderfully isolated location by the sea.

Its story is told by the books and the documents that ordered its closure, but the pictures tell of a little world in itself, in which the railway was a lifeline for the many households residing in the area, crossing the dike that still separates the lagoon from the town. A work of art that ought to be reassessed today as an example of a goal that seems impossible to achieve.