Once upon a time, tracks were built between the West Morin Mountains, which crossed the Alps and connected Vienna and Venice. These tracks were built before trains were invented.
Because they believe that one day, these tracks will be passable. They never doubted that the day the train was born would come.
The market streets here are like flowing feasts, and people are all good guests;
life here is leisurely and comfortable, people can't help but laugh;
even if you eat a ripe grape, the purple sweetness will be in the You burst into your mouth and even smelled purple.
Like the dazzling sunflowers all over the mountains and plains, like the sparkling and lively green olives, like the nuns who eat ice cream and go to the market, like the beautiful breasts of Italian women, like the "unprofessional" lovely Polish workers, like the Italian man who flirts first, like The blue Mediterranean under the sun, like winding mountain roads and white huts by the sea.
In the small Italian town called Tuscany,
"there are very few places in the world where you can wake up so beautifully in the morning"
Diane Lane's casual dress and casual gestures
; On the wall, looking at the happy faces of the happy people passing by;
the market called "the floating country feast" by Frances, blasting grapes with purple scent in their mouths;
the century-old house called "Simus Sun" And the old countess with shrewd eyes and a hearty smile;
Frances inherited thousands of empty wine bottles, a grape, and piles of dusty old newspapers in a small house with three hundred years of history
; "Poland" on the wall of Frances' courtyard;
Pavel and Carly's eyes are intertwined with the clarity of childishness and youth;
Catherine, a half-old milf, is graceful, licking ice cream, and repeating the wise saying "Fei Fei" in English with an Italian accent;
the old man who comes to the grave every day to lay flowers is so serious and sad, but finally smiles and touches the brim of his hat;
Candid Patty like a glass of boiled water, and a newborn baby girl wrapped in white silk;
ladybugs flying in Frances arms, heralding happiness;
- late, but always here.
Things will come your way!
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