I hear lyrical voices
Beckoning me down narrow stone pathways
Framed by gelato walls and garden escapees
Onwards, past fatigued stucco and crazed render
Alongside ancient portals and marbled balconies
Inviting me...
...to step into their world
Of leaning façades, Venetian lights and shades of yesterday
A great post again Francesca..
ReplyDeleteNext week I will be there.. and walk the same steps..
I might listen to those voices also..!!
Costas
Oh lucky you Costas - green with envy. Have a frappe for me at the waterfront!
DeleteWhat beautiful words and tones, Francesca! Xcat
ReplyDeleteThank you Cat - it's such a beautiful part of the world - layers and layers of history recorded in its architecture. F xx
DeleteOh, I too, love doors -- and windows -- they evoke such fantasies of the imagination: who lives there, who lived there. . .the stories the doors and windows could tell.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jackie - I have always had a soft spot for Greek doors and windows - as you can probably tell. Did you photograph many on your trip? Would love to see them! F x
DeleteBeautiful Fran. Love the patinas... especially in that last one.
ReplyDeletewell you know I love doors and always wonder what's behind them and the lives lived xx
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