The best pictures are inside
Back in my old room at my mother’s house.
I am spending the day in my brand new queen-size bed (yes, it’s true, I have bought myself my first piece of furniture) with a thick duvet and several pillows, looking out the window at autumn tinted trees being drenched in endless rain…
Sunny Italy feels very far.
Speaking of pictures, I just uploaded 991 photos from one of my cameras. The other one, which is a DSLR that gives much more depth and clarity, ran out of battery after just a few shots. Until I find the charger those photos are stuck in the camera.
Italy is a photographer’s dream.
Everywhere you look there are picturesque alleys and old doors where stray cats sit in a corner, a classic Mediterranean image. Add scenic piazzas, fresh fruit markets, little Italian ladies, men in wild gestured discussions, tourists strolling the beach esplanade licking on dripping gelato, a Riviera with lined up umbrellas and vain men toasting in the sun, local little bars that serve strong caffè in cute cups and red and white checkered table cloth restaurants…
I think you got the picture, but I’ll share some anyway.
First Rome and later Cinque Terre.
The best pictures are inside though.
And I don’t mean inside the camera.