Windows, in old stone houses
dilapidated walls, steep narrow staircases,
arched doorways.
lampshades, waiting to light up crumbled stones in the dark.
lustered cobbled streets,
polished by un-rushed feet.
long strolls along old town walls,
gelato, tall Aperol glasses shimmering in the afternoon heat.
Sunday church bells, Pizza in the piazza,
Sunsets, candle light, big bright moons
The high noon sun!!
Zig-zagging along shadows for shade,
bright blue shutters, shut tight.
Dressed up windows, blood red coral,
surfaces covered in evening golden light
Sand under our feet and in-between our toes.
crystal clear, shallow sea water as far as the eye can see.
Lifetime friends being made,
old ones, being kept.
Sun hats, straw hats.
Breakfast picnics by the sea,
figs, hand broken bread,
homegrown market pears.
And the sea!! Did I mention the sea?
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Spiaggia Le Bombarde
Spiaggia Maria Pia
