imagine the smell of cow shit hanging in the air
How do you imagine life in Casalpusterlengo?
Golden evening sunshine, narrow streets, everything made out of brown, red and grey bricks, little stairs everywhere. Two old men in hats sitting at a small round table at the side of the street drinking espresso, a dark-haired blue-eyed 9/10 woman passing by them on her vespa shouting "buona sera". Smell of fresh cooked food in the air, old Italian grandma on second floor hanging her laundry out the window, soft violin and piano music coming from one of the other apartments. Tranquility, nobody is in a hurry, everything is warm, everyone is smiling, this is the life.
