I’m not sure what it is at the moment. (Suggestions welcome by the way). I have so many ideas and emotions and dreams swirling when I think back to this last sojourn in Italy – and I think about it all the time. But words just don’t come easy right now.
So I’m going all quiet.
And yet, when I see these images, I’ve got things I’d like to say. Little things.
Like the way I stood and watched the street sweeper on Via Pinturicchio long enough to get noticed.
How the Duomo in Perugia really is best viewed in glimpses.
How an invasion of campaigners in green tee-shirts descended in piazza in the wink of an eye and dispersed almost as quickly. I’m still none the wiser.
But, even now, the sight of a full animal carcass being carried through the front door of the tiny macelleria in Porta Pesa still leaves me speechless. Unless you count ‘the things you see when you have got a camera’.
So please. Feel free to add you own captions. Full-blown stories even.
There’s ‘Pizza Time’
‘Pause for thought’
You get the picture.
So while I’m struggling, I’d love to know what you come up with. Comments please!!!