I had forgotten how much I miss the little things on this side of the Atlantic…the out-of-a-corner-of-my-eye and unexpected; the tucked-away and who’d-have-thought. They meet you as a round a turn, stop to tie your shoe or stand and feed the pigeons.
It’s those little things that remind me (all the time) that I am in living in an old (old) world. A place full of history and storied — royals & lore, legends & hauntings. A place rich in details.
We snapped these pics while ambling along. Destination: nowhere-in-particular.
There is much I miss about our-most-recent home (west of the Atlantic) – but today, two weeks after we first arrived, I’m stopping to appreciate the little things.
Yes. I’ve missed the details…