Can you remember the day in Florence when I felt like the words had all left me? The city overwhelmed me (this was my first visit), I walked around with the silence of the Tuscany hills behind me, the anticipation of Venice ahead of me. I felt Florence was hard to get into, hard to breat, hard to take in.
Without special colour awareness I would never have seen the lovely purples in the second photo, though I am quite sure I would still see the icecream, and probably also the lovely blue bike. What do you think?
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1-7 from Florence
8 salad made by Francesco
9 glass made by Afro Celotto on Murano
Last photo: Mauro among his colours