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Is it because we live in Italy now, or is it because (bias alert) I have a cute little girl?  I don’t know.  But yesterday some temporal and mystical elements converged and I was compelled to snap even more photos than I usually do.

On a walk with Lulu through the center of our little Tuscan town, we meandered through some small streets we had never visited before.

An alley near a small hospital splashed with graffiti that somehow seemed artistic and interesting, not just annoying and profane.

A warm caramel colored door with ivy dangling overhead.  We wondered who lived there.  Lulu knocked, but no one answered.

An ancient stone wall with a mysterious chipped green gate dappled by this week’s scorching Tuscan sun.

For me, they were enchanted streets.  Streets we had never before seen and that seemed somehow magical in their makeup.

But for the Italians who were born here in Arezzo and walk on them every day, they’re probably just the streets where they live.   On the other hand, maybe they find them as magical as I do.

“Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour Out of ev’ry door?
No, it’s just on the street where you live!” – My Fair Lady.

Baci, tutti!

Ciao, Gina

P.S.  Where do you live? Are there lilac trees on your street? Pine trees? Any trees at all?  Where will you find magic today? – On the street where you live!