Sister, brother, mother.

Things are a lot quieter here on a Sunday, a lot of places stay closed and the streets echo a bit. We're near a cathedral, so the bells rang out several times this morning. It all felt like Ireland a few decades back to me. Except for the weather.
A few extras: Sunday Streets, Espresso, Gambetta and Waiting for the magic.

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