i just stopped and looked at this small alley for a long time, fully wishing time also stops in here with me. i was totally charmed with the beautiful color and texture of the small town. it reminds me of the wording of the passage written by Alain de botton in his book, the art of travel; i stopped by a red front door and felt an intense longing to spend the rest of my life there...i wanted the life that this space implied.
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