Half the pleasure of this lovely town dramatically perched on a rocky precipice is a first glimpse of it from afar (not so very different today from Turner's 1828 painting in London's Tate Gallery).
One of the pleasures of the town is the first glimpse of it from a distance.
The town was built at the foot of a mountain and is not worth looking at from a distance.
A man is wrestling a cow.
Everybody is sitting.
There is a man bicycling.
Having a shaved head when you were at high school during the sixties always led to you becoming labelled as a hippie.
The statement was dumb but still a victory.
Pick one of the three versions.