(Written January 29th)
The sites are always beautiful to walk by, but there’s definitely something exceptional about Sunday mornings. The streets are cluttered with tourists and locals alike, creating an awesome energy that excuses any frustrations with the crowd. Vendors are out to sell their hand-crafted items, leather goods and souvenirs. Artists and musicians are all about the sidewalks and plazas, like the old man playing his accordion or the line of artists with their canvas. The smell of homemade pizza and pastries pervades through the cobblestone streets, and the church bells of the towering Duomo make a loud but beautiful soundtrack. Is this really my life?