a couple of years ago i came across the venetian specialty spritz aperol, which now rapidly is spreading over europe as the summer drink of choice. quite understandably, it’s a great (but dangerous!) for those hot summer nights at the piazza, watching people walk on by. (and don’t let the letters fool you, the content is a spritz aperol and nothing else – the true orange passion)
walking the darkening blue autumn sky home, the lit up crossing lines the street lights turned out to be was a given object for the camera lens. which apparently is odd, since several people slowed their evening rush down to ask me what on earth i was doing. i guess they didn’t see the same street lights i did.