The railway station’s clock: A number plaque

A little tower: Blossoms: A passage to the sea

An old plaque: A number plaque: A sign

There’s a music festival in town right now

Butterflies are flying flowers with eyes. Flowerflies

Tuscan road views: Plaque with street name. Notice how the I was placed above the L

Red reflection: The bus’s honk: Honk Approaching the town

Sanremo is my favorite city in the world. The sea

I like to swim in lakes, not seas. But the Mediterranean Sea in Cap d’Ail is an exception

There is a strange job out there: the florist. Its definition is “a person that arranges and sells cut flowers”