The Man in the Middle
Part of the fun of exploring Venice is becoming lost in the maze of tiny streets and dead end alleys. Sense of direction disappears and maps become useless as nobody know which way is North and everyone has a different opinion about the way back.
On Any Sunday.
Every morning in Cortona (this was a cold day in November) the townspeople meet in the town square to discuss everything and anything.
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