Same light in other kitchens. Coffee, tomatoes and everything to grow on windowpanes. The easier conversations, and the more demanding ones. Agree to disagree. A weekend passing.
Der Puls wird wieder ruhiger. Andere Höfe, auf anderen Terrassen singt man fragwürdige Lieder. Hohe Wolken treiben leise über die Himmel, die Schritte im Treppenhaus werden leiser. Werkzeug klappert. Geschichten von Mechanismen, Schlüsseln, Abhängigkeiten.
11am and on. So far: High tides, water waving on squares, gondoliers floating people around narrow corners and through low bridges. Today: How to identify leaning towers and stay clear of the doves.
Waking. A late coffee. // 📷 lost-in-moments
Closing in on 10am. That other city again. Too many unfamiliar faces, too many slightly unpleasant encounters. There always are places uplifting and inspiring, there are places to feel down, and there are some even more difficult than that. Bleak is an even stronger feeling than dark, sometimes.