And when I thought of Florence, it was like a miracle city embalmed and like a corolla, because it was called the city of lilies and its cathedral, St. Mary of the Flowers.”
-Marcel Proust, writer
Category: travel
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What we do not write
For those who do exist
We write for those
Who do not exist
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It was just a long drawn out minor chord but it tugged at the heartstrings and drew us onward. As we rounded the corner the tempo increased and a beautiful Bach sonata filled the air.
“Without music, life would be a mistake”. -
“Ultras Virage Est” was crudely scrawled on the electricity box.
And what about the street. First of all it was very, very steep.
The buildings varied between 6 floors of shabby and 6 floors of derelict.
But on one wall there was a gem. Street art, graffiti or a masterpiece. Decide for yourself.
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