I’ve always been a city girl trapped in the body of a small town gal.
I love hearing a city slowly waking up- the rumbling of trucks, the zooming of passing Vespas and the sleepy-silence shared with the inhabitants who are roaming the streets.
I love the warm glow that a cafe can only have at eight in the morning, and the desperate sipping of caffeine and the sucking of cigarettes to help start the day.
Mornings in a city is the bustle to get into the rhyme of the day and the perfect way to wipe the sleep from your eyes. –Florence, Italy.