There is a very interesting area in my city with beautiful old, deserted constructions by the river bank. Curiosity is eating me alive every time I run across the bridge with only short-sighted sneak-peeks through the green lusciousness surrounding the area.
‘Attention, biting dog’ is written at the gates, therefore, we avoided taking pictures, respecting privacy and fear of dogs (of course!). The place has a group of buildings in Tuscan architecture and if I haven’t piqued your interestest by now, there are even 2 abandoned firefighter cars from the 60s, I believe.
Don’t you love the feeling of cold grass on bare feet? I do too! After snooping around for awhile we sat by the river bank. The only sounds in my ear were, the ripple of the river at the front of me and M’ breathing by my side. The air was hot and humid and a storm was brewing in the sky.
Thunders brought us back to reality and hastily we hopped on our bikes to return home.