A small village with hundreds of towers, far away in the shire of Tuscany.
A deep well where to leave your memories and to address your wishes.
On the left a small square, surrounded by the wall of a tower and fascinating medieval arcades.
It was summer, the temperature reached the peak a few hours before.
We all were lying down on the warm pavement contemplating the unforgettable dusk.
Only the wind was blowing and memories of your best moments came out like watching an old pictures.
Silence.
Love.
And suddenly two men, dressed like they were going to the court of the king, appeared in the penumbra beneath the main arch.
A soft music of harps blot out the small square.
It seemed the clock was not ticking anymore. I am Marco, 33 years old Italian guy living in London for 3 years.
Every single trip in my life has a beautiful picture in my mind attached to.
The only challenge is to get connected with local people to start your real journey.
I have been in many countries and I still miss the south of the world.
I am into photography for a few years.
I do sometimes extreme adventures with group of crazy people.
Too much to tell, let’s try out to meet one day.
