Mornings in a city: Wednesday

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.


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