I’ve got while yet, but sometimes I let myself imagine what it would be like to live out my days in Italy. It could be the smallest little house in the village. A tiny flat. I’ve never cared too much for big rooms. But I’d love it all the more if it had a view.
In Todi a little balcony with a single red chair facing the view caught my eye. It looked like it belonged to someone who’s been there a while. Todi’s had a lot of foreign interest over the years but the balcony looked too well-loved for that. Too familiar. I wonder if its owner ever dreamt or dreams of living someplace else. We never really know how lucky we are.