Strolling around
To move around in a strange place means to make decisions where to go. Which stimulations trigger a certain direction? Is it the color green that promises me a nature environment? Do I merge with a stream of people, which are hurrying somewhere? Does a distant eye-catching building attract me? Are there lovely smells, which draw me in their direction?
Recently I traveled to Palermo with a friend, plans were made, goals were defined.
In retrospect, I remember the old rough roads, the shiny and slightly slippery, stone cladded streets, the old townhouses and the plants everywhere, on the balconies, in front of the entrance doors, on the sidewalks. Still the city crumbles, renovations ongoing everywhere, can the decay be stopped.
Recently I traveled to Palermo with a friend, plans were made, goals were defined.
In retrospect, I remember the old rough roads, the shiny and slightly slippery, stone cladded streets, the old townhouses and the plants everywhere, on the balconies, in front of the entrance doors, on the sidewalks. Still the city crumbles, renovations ongoing everywhere, can the decay be stopped.
