“A place reveals itself on its streets, from pedestrians strolling during lunch time, to performers entertaining tourists on sidewalks, to the bustle of local markets, and more: tell a story…capture a scene that reveals a bit about a place…show us “street life.”
There I was enjoying my time in Firenze. The rain had finally stopped and I finally found a spot away from the handful of tourist that had figured, like me, that November is the best time of year to visit the city on the Arno.
The fact that there was only a handful of us meant that we would run into each other often. And so, after I had placed my order and accommodated my things, I looked up to see Sven and his son Kennet. Sven looked in my direction as Kennet looked at his feet. Kennet looked bored. I wished to no call attention to myself and the only thing that saved me was the waitress. She suddenly appeared from nowhere with a new bottle of water.
I had ordered the sparkling water not the still. I don’t like still water. Unless I have no choice. If I have no choice, then it will do. Today I wanted sparkling since it was offered on the menu and since that is what I prefer.
This was just enough of a distraction that Sven and son kept their pace and didn’t stop.
What a life. What a street.
Pinging and Tracking