It looked like it was from a movie, a wicker basket filled to the brim with white and red grapes. They were plopped there moments earlier from a field hand who had driven the craziest wine-picking contraption, sort of like a cross between a window washing platform and a outboard motorboat. He would run it up and down the steep, steep hills of Cinque Terra while another guy picked the grapes. Come to think of it, maybe the wine picking machine was the most amazing thing I've seen. The grapes were beautiful.