I am missing the people of Pitigliano,
the old gentleman who spends every day several hours on the stone bench of the Piazza Petruccioli,
Bruno whom I met frequently on the bridge to the New Town looking from there at the busy traffic below and everything that is going on in the Via dei Lavatoi,
the elderly gentlemen, who come together outside the bar enjoying the sunshine of the late afternoon
the elderly ladies who make the narrow roads their livingroom. As soon as the sun comes out you can find them in groups on their seats watching the world to pass by.
A content life without much hustle and bustle.
In the company of friends and neighbours they are not lonely and if you consider how
agile some of them are climbing up steep steps to their casa they must be healthy.
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