From the balcony where I stayed, before the rains descended (only happens in Dec. once in five years) and I learned how to navigate my way through the process of mourning and moving.
All of the streets within the city are cobblestone (the city is 500 years old); there are no traffic lights anywhere, so it's first-come, first-served. I only had one night out where I could see some of the city. It's beautiful. I just didn't see much of it.
A fascinating PoV and some gorgeous colours. One thing I have noticed - not a scrap of litter anywhere to be seen here. If it was England there would be the ubiquitous McDonalds wrapper or Starbucks cup floating around.
There's something about the perspective here that delivers to viewers what you must have been feeling . . . and the brightly colored path seems to lead to a future trip back to see the beautiful city?
January 4th, 2014
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