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…