It's a year since we spent a too-short time in this enchanting city. These days as the cold bites at my fingers I spend way too much time trying to figure out how to get back there to stay, at least part-time.
I plan and calculate ways of turning a crumbling, inexpensive hole in the wall into a tiny oasis where we can escape the winter months. A little place like the one above.
There is a dissenting opinion, however, which favours something grander, like this:
As always, the object of desire is just out of reach (or way out of reach) and the risks are a bit frightening.
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