When Italians ask me directions. In Italy.
When motorcycles go down one way streets, the wrong way.
When business men in a hurry pause so I can take a picture.
When a dog wanders into a cafe and its owner, dressed in pencil skirt and heels, comes to get it, then walk on.
When people wash their fruit, their faces, their hands, their hair from a fountain.
When they do nothing all day.
When I do nothing all day...
Pictures to come. Next week...
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very nice writing, is that a poem? When I was in Italy I wrote the most amazing poems I have ever written, I think I was inspired by an Italian muse haha
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