Livorno, I love you. I love your piazzas and statues, your brickwork and pavements, your streets and canals. I love the sound of water lapping against old stone and the musical rise and fall of your language. I love your one legged pigeons. I love your graffiti and your church’s trompe l’oeil murals that convince me I could walk through paint and plaster into light and shadow. And I love your mercato centrale, your fishmongers and butchers, stalls that sell candies and knitting wool, herbed mozzarella and ripe black figs. Livorno, I love your ordinariness, your honesty. The faces of your people. Your grazies and your pregos. And Livorno, perhaps you love me too.
|I'm unsure if I have the spelling right but 'la bella signora' at Caffetteria da Lori in the central market|
told me this coffee was called 'la marocaine' (pronounced 'marokenna'.)
And here are the rest of my Livorno photos, the city that captured my heart.
|Love Lori's coffee bar|
|Love the old quarter|
|Love the central market|
|Love the trompe l'oeil painting at Santa Caterina|
|Love the one legged pigeon|
|Love the street graffiti: the Madonna, Palestine and Claudia.|
Hungry Writing Prompt
Write, and keep writing, about what and who you love.