Osteria dei Cacciatori
Empty alleys out there, crossed only by the freezing January wind. Spirals of smoke rise slowly, blending each other on the way to the yellowed ceiling. Water condensed on the windows, draws abstract lines and…
Empty alleys out there, crossed only by the freezing January wind. Spirals of smoke rise slowly, blending each other on the way to the yellowed ceiling. Water condensed on the windows, draws abstract lines and…
I can’t remember the name of the village. They did tell me at the time, but I can’t remember it now. Its coordinates on Google Maps are 49.855755 and 90.885459 if you were to look…