*** a haze of hot days spent seeking the coolest spots at the sound of cicadas. anaps of laughters and diving pic-nics with friends, hands picking wild berries, ice creams dripping and mozzarella bubbling on our pizzas. and bridges, many bridges crossed of course,
*** The first day of holidays. That sweet feeling of coming home and old time friends And the light, Rome’s unique light! It’s sweet to come back sometimes.
*** Rome is a light that you’d recognize anywhere. A technicolor sky, reflections on the river and birds flying up above. It’s the great beauty, flowered balconies, crowded restaurants and open bars. A traffic mess, cars anywhere, dirty streets, messy public services. It’s a never-ending vacation, a mellow and joyful decadence. Rome equals time slowing down. And finding yourself by the river over and over, catching a different sunset each time.
*** There are days when you’re in one of the places you love the most, at the hour that you prefer and with a camera on hand. People pass you by, friends may speak to you but you’re only half there. Your mind eager with anticipation. And maybe it’s because you know you won’t get more chances for weeks or months, but you just wait for that moment that could – should – be about to happen as the most […]
*This moment* A weekly ritual, inspired by SouleMama’s blog: a special picture, without subtitles. A unique, everyday or extra-ordinary delight that I want to record and cherish. Don’t hesitate to share your link in a comment for all to see if you wish to join in.
*** Walking on country paths I used to know very well. The kids look so grown up against these secular olive trees. I tell them all about how beautiful the mimosa tree will be in the spring, covered in yellow fluffy flowers whose scent can be smelled from far away.
Having lunch outside in the middle of winter strolling down the beach looking at fishermen and kyte-surfers collecting seashells throwing stones into the waves. I guess my Roman ancestors knew how to pick their locations.