Last weekend I went to Italy with my husband and a tin of coloured pencils.
Breakfast on our flowery roof terrace was served with the recurring quarter peal from a dozen Baroque bell towers.
The sandstone of the Duomo throbbed in the afternoon sun.
We ate olives in the piazza,
ordered coffee from a barista who spoke mainly with his hands,
and simply enjoyed watching the world go by!
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