Any cities intrinsic beauty becomes the backdrop and soundtrack to modern life which moves rapidly and discursively around and through it. There are however those singular perfect moments, when the clouds part and everything else stops; only the cities beauty prevails. Welcome to my moment. 6:15 PM yesterday on my way to work. Pics taken from the bus.
And just when I put my maps, guidebooks and camera away, scandalously important and historic Piazza's and monuments laugh at me (in their gruff aged voices) for thinking I have seen it all.
Indeed, I have not.
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