Day 49: Udine

In the middle, high on hill built from dirt supposedly from soldier's helmets, the clock strikes one. 

There's a porticoed walkway up to the museum. It has a temporary ceiling of paintings made from trashed plastic. Reuse bobbing in the breeze. An archway built by Palladio frames a gnarled tree trunk with drape-like limbs. Like a dancer frozen in a twirl.

The streets of Udine. There's something about them that I like -- wide with secrets but open to visitors. Come peruse, they say. We won't make it easy, but we won't make it too difficult either.

We've already got it made. 


Day 50: Percoto

Day 48: San Daniele