Aside from the fact that Verona was quite cold during Mauro and my recent trip in January, and that there was not a day or a night when I wasn't wearing two pair of pants before going outside, there was something so pristinely enticing about the cityscape during its winter nights.
Perhaps because it was lonely, yet warm. Have you ever been to Venice during the summer and tried to take a picture like I did without having one single tourist or human figure in obstruction? Verona is not quite as touristic as Venice, but even here during the summer nights the streets are a hustle and bustle. . . parking near impossible (even in the winter).
What is always so shocking to me when Mauro and I "go home" to visit his family in Soave, located within the Veneto region, is that towns still have castles impressing the landscape. I'm always in awe. Staring. Wondering. Writing stories in my head about juicy dramas that enveloped the past. The Soave Castle is quite a vision.
I love to take photos of Mauro's grandmother. She is always at her doorstep whenever we pass by, and always has such a great sense of humor and strength.
Parsimon fruit from her recent harvest
Sunrise from Mauro's parents' window in Soave.
Aside from the fact that Verona was quite cold during Mauro and my recent trip in January, and that there was not a day or a night when I wasn't wearing two pair of pants before going outside, there was something so pristinely enticing about the cityscape during its winter nights.
Perhaps because it was lonely, yet warm. Have you ever been to Venice during the summer and tried to take a picture like I did without having one single tourist or human figure in obstruction? Verona is not quite as touristic as Venice, but even here during the summer nights the streets are a hustle and bustle. . . parking near impossible (even in the winter).
What is always so shocking to me when Mauro and I "go home" to visit his family in Soave, located within the Veneto region, is that towns still have castles impressing the landscape. I'm always in awe. Staring. Wondering. Writing stories in my head about juicy dramas that enveloped the past. The Soave Castle is quite a vision.
I love to take photos of Mauro's grandmother. She is always at her doorstep whenever we pass by, and always has such a great sense of humor and strength.
Parsimon fruit from her recent harvest
Sunrise from Mauro's parents' window in Soave.
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