Legs in Macerata, Italy
I had an argument with my girlfriend and she wandered off somewhere.
She was pissed.
So I sat on a bench taking photos of people walking by.
Photo by me.
Legs in Macerata, Italy.
You think you’re having a a boring summer, try spending three weeks in Le Marche, the land that everyone else forgot – except the people unlucky enough to be born there.
See also: Sunset over Castello al Monte and Ciausculo, the Champagne of Sausages.
