Lucca is a town known for eats, and as the birth place of Puccini (of La bohème and Madama Butterfly fame), but the lost grandeur seen in the Belle Epoque signage (particularly on Via Fillungo) is what caught my eye.
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everything could use some fresh paint and wine bottles draped in strawish containments that are of no use but to function as markup-justifying decoration should be verboten. god i can’t stand those oily hardened-wheat-flower-chompers.
It looks charming to me, I don’t care what your boarish husband says.
everything could use some fresh paint and wine bottles draped in strawish containments that are of no use but to function as markup-justifying decoration should be verboten. god i can’t stand those oily hardened-wheat-flower-chompers.
lorenzo! a mere 34 months after my blogs inception you have lured the boar to his* very first comment*! ¡Toro!