From outskirts, to neighborhoods, to first glimpses of the Cathedral.
In the pink…
How eerie it was to see a site I vividly remembered from June 22, 2014, four years ago. Though only a week later in June, the river offered welcomed relief from the heat and sun. With this year’s unseasonably cold and wet weather, no one gathered by the river.
On the road again.
A rose is a rose is a rose.
Natures bouquets worthy of a bride’s hand.
Stone walls. Stone inside the walls.
1st Lugo
2nd Lugo
3rd Lugo
What do I dream? Long walks through sunny forests on pebble paths. Smelling roses. I’m living my dreams.
Last year’s forest fire opened space for this year’s new face of nature.
Winning combination. I’m a morning person strolling through a country at it’s best, the morning.
Linda Scandore 