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ahh, looking through Alessandro’s Blog I came across this image of a narrow street in Rome, Italy:

Wet cobble stone street in Rome by Alessandro Ciapanna

How I do miss those closed in, cobble clad arteries. Naturally bending and turning to some unknown overcurrent of the ground they stitch through the city. The buildings seem to lean towards each-other, beckoning for a listening ear. The plaster walls hold the echoes and voices of festival – war, birth – death, sorrow – laughter. Their cold serenity urges you to rush through

– yet you want to stop –

perhaps to paddle a ball against the wall with school boys ringing laughter, or lie down on cool stone and witness the changing strip of sky above.

I hope you too can feel that grace and serenity,