You have seen this town and most of its doors already but the photos are new. On Sunday I hopped up with my passing visitors and clicked around while they climbed the tower.
Sunday was lovely. Yesterday you saw the poppies we found, and today you will see our nearest town, Capalbio on the hill, the view from up there, and some of its doors. I could add – again, but newly captured with my new old camera.
Whereas today it’s raining and bestia didn’t wish to go on his morning walk until 1 pm, which is lucky since I went to sleep at 7 am. Luka lost brutally, twice in a row now. I have 123 unopened posts from you all to view and some actual work to do, but all I wish is just chill and do nothing. I’m sure it will pass, eventually.
One of these Thursdays I will post a door story (or poem, we will see) written to one of the doors gathered here for Dan’s second Thursday Doors Writing Challenge, and you can do the same by the end of this month and leave the link with your story in the comments there.
And now welcome to our Sunday, May 1st. This is Capalbio in the south of Tuscany. I wish you well.
This day in my blogging history
2014: Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone. —Charles Bukowski
Hairway to Steven This monkey’s gone to heaven. “Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. Heaven knows I’m miserable now.” (Read on.)