It’s been a little over two months since I left Lucca. I think about being there each and every day. I suppose you could say that I left my heart there. I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way.
During my two week stay I was up on the wall every morning before I even had that first cappuccino and walked the 4 km around the centro. Of course I was happy to get my daily exercise, but it was more than that. It was my time alone with the city, peering down onto its empty streets.
These photos were all taken on my morning sojourns. For the most part I saw the same few people every day. There were two guys who ran together-one of them always clad in plaid bermuda shorts. Another woman on a bicycle was out there pedaling around town. A few days a group of five runners passed me more than once on my walk on the wall. My favorite was an older woman with a little bonnet on her head who always smiled and made of point of saying buon giorno to me.
It was easy to imagine myself living in Lucca and becoming a regular up on the wall. It’s good to dream, isn’t it?