A tiny alleyway in Florence, just up from the Missoni boutique. Done with pencil and watercolour in a postcard-sized pad.
It is places like this, where the scale is intimate but the architecture so armoured and forbidding, that remind me how lucky we are to live to live in an era that includes Pokemon, the Tour de France, and all the other artifacts of stable state infrastructures.
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