Given that touches us to be here, with the lambs to pasture, like Heidi, but without the mountains, at least try to make our stay pleasant in Sabina. As we stand in the countryside before fleeing back to our well-known and reassuring metropolitan amenities? Flats, pizzettari, droppings on the sidewalks, ambulances ... ahhh nostalgia rogue!
In all places where I lived I've always liked to pretend to be a tourist, and occasionally venturing out to churches, streets and shops of souvenirs and postcards.
then the other afternoon, me and the mouse Victoria we went for a ride Montopoli in Sabina. A
Montopoli is not nothing, and if I was born here I'd probably run away from home at age 13. is a tiny little town, too small to become tourist, cute, quiet, half desert.
Report of the things we saw:
street names are painted pink and decorated with some strange (I think) a piece of the painting depicting St. Michael the Archangel nell'angolino right.
beautiful panoramic views and not, well, very Italian stuff ...
a place name with a pricey but I did not understand what it was.
other views, a theater seemingly abandoned ...
a wall with stripes who wanted to be artistic .
a game runs nice and small (in the first face of Victoria is stunned because he is watching the dogs).
SPQM! this just breaks Montopoli! :)
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