
It was a little intimidating because it was like showing up to a college football gameday when you went to art school but also it’s in another language. I didn’t even bother attempting to find a restaurant for dinner and grabbed focaccia and a Peroni to go at Panificio Fiore and ate on my terrace as the sun went down.



I loved how everything stuck with the pastel theme - walls and laundry. This was drying on a promenade along the harbor, like foundation garments just out in the open. Usually laundry on a rack evidently belongs to a certain house/apartment but this was just…some kind of commons situation?




This was the seaside carnival in honor of San Nicola; the street was closed and vendors were selling and people were drinking and hollering.
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