Pardon, I know these are late, but here are some pictures from my trip to Italy earlier this year. I found this merman when looking for a grocery store. When I finally found the grocery store, I bought a month’s supply of parmesan flavored Cheetos, I kid you not.
It was cold the whole time. Rainy and 4 degrees celsius. I took pictures of buildings while natives in dark colors skirted around me, looking at me like I had gone mad.
Our hotel was so posh, it even had velvet seats in the elevator. Around the corner, there was a bakery with hot chocolate croissants.
The view from the hotel window. If you were to look up, you’d see the time and temperature. Both were sad facts that first morning, waking up jet lagged at 5:17 am to the frigid darkness.
Someone tell me why the Europeans were so obsessed with lions. And how they even knew what lions looked like.
He looked so concerned I wanted to comfort him. “There there, Mr. Lion. The rain won’t ruin your pretty mane. Promise.”
Genova was built half on a mountain, making for dramatic elevation changes.
Now these people know how to live. Their rooftop isn’t large or glamorous, but notice the pool, swing and picnic table.
The city had two levels. I liked that I managed to find the bridge that was outside my hotel window.