I wonder if there is a limit to the things that you can see, always different and never ever seen so far, in the same piece of road ... If there is, I have not yet reached any small shipping and carries around his loot: each discovery will have a story behind it, but I'm not quite bother or eccentric enough to go around to ask.
So I give you the pictures and the story made you succeed, if you want: for example, that of ex-voto around the newsstand mignon, dedicated to Our Lady. Many ex-votos, many stories, or a single story? It is now uncommon to see newspaper stands around with even the ex-voto, perhaps because it stands on a building is inhabited, between the door and a window.
Although a little further, there is this sudden and inexplicable air Bronx that brings to mind the descriptions of London protondustriale, which was enough to turn the corner to go from airy and elegant neighborhoods to the most miserable slums.
Okay, I exaggerate, but photographs show that not so: and I wonder why that car is left to fall apart over there, under a beautiful early century, and how can the inhabitants of the houses around there looking out on the heap of garbage, of course, is the sum of intellectual property occupying land under the bridge. Perhaps to keep them from saying and doing anything effective is the fear that uneducated gorge - you can not see in my photos, but is equal to one stage, almost - when brought to the attention to be translated into concrete, who knows.
But today, however, it was Sunday and most of sunlight: even the homeless have moved away his blankets and left to get a bit 'air, I think, and we certainly did go to the beach free. That outside the bathing season is a delightful place, while in summer is drastically reduced in size and filled with all the stones that take away from other pieces, fenced off and made a payment. Today also offered a long healthy walk after the heat of the sun, with cold water and mild waves, rocks and gravel alternating with thin sand, a marvel for the legs and also for the soul. A little blond girl who was playing, she with his trousers rolled up, 
looked at me astonished: an adult splashing around barefoot on the shore, without even a child to make an excuse? Yeah, without a health club around ready to pay it, the Kneipp not true, of course. 
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