In early November I went to Rome. The last days of Indian Summer.
On a Sunday to myself, I took a stroll and followed the natives.
On a Sunday to myself, I took a stroll and followed the natives.
This trio walked along the Tiber. It's around 11 o'clock, they come from a nearby market. I'm above, catching up with their shadows.
Signora is waiting for bus in a deserted part of town. It arrives, she gets up. I keep on walking.
The best-dressed Romans are the clerics. In the center, this tiny Sorella is marvelling at the window of a shoe shop. I follow her until the end of the street.
Intimately and overexposed, at Termini station. I press the release and hurry off for a pizza.
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