One spring I spent a lot of time walking in the hills above Florence, sketchbook and watercolours in hand. Cliche, I know.
Here we're looking down the via di Feliceto in Settignano, a small village a few kilometres' walk north-east of the city. While I was painting, a local couple came by and we had a nice chat about Canada. They'd been to Montreal, and liked it.
Carry as little as possible, but choose that little with care.
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