Whoever writes on the walls, who acts of instinct.
Our favorite caffe just a hole in the wall place really.
And the prices are decent, the service isn't pushy.
Metaphor
Morning in the hostel
This was the market which was right below the window of our hostel (hostel veronique via porta rossa 6) on the 5th floor. We watched them set up their stands like a plant unfolding in the morning sun.
Pointe Vecchio Bridge
I find orange peels everywhere. Orange peel melodies.
A street leading up to the Duomo.
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