I love walking in the streets like this one in the Italian Siena: only houses, almost typical, not a tree in sight, the sloppy street clearly not rising up to the demands of the time. It would be so easy to lose yourself in a street like this, and instead of finding the way back one would continue walking… until the streets that always round and wind would, as if by miracle, take the pilgrim back to where the journey started.
Siena – Into the Brick
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June 13, 2011 5:39 am
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