tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55151745180919056792024-03-14T04:54:22.020+01:00Photos of PerugiaThroughout all seasons, we journey through the streets, archaeological discoveries in every step we take. Perugia, our love, where we buried bits of our youth and where our eyes and lenses conquered all.Myriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-41995731836435802332012-06-19T02:02:00.000+02:002012-06-19T02:02:04.652+02:00Allimentari<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Whenever you take the Via Bartolo down from Piazza Danti, you pass this little shop, where you can buy great food for very reasonable prices. Not to mention the panninos. Yummy. Great ingredients to select from, and you can make it any kind you like. So if you have the chance just go and get one, and then have a drink on all of us who can't be enjoying it at this moment. ;)Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-76562305438040356502011-11-06T21:22:00.002+01:002011-11-06T21:25:59.138+01:00Autumn colours<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3tF4nb9l7tKMT1G6er6b7t7OhM1lik3F7SIyc0UUPjHuxIUVakDVqlVikebZxV7WWn7seBAhYIdp9n_nEaiE-iT7FpknTg6xrjh8D6SloHmIbVB9m17NQ-jcL7H7S5miR3ovlLhDugE7/s1600/Picture+766.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3tF4nb9l7tKMT1G6er6b7t7OhM1lik3F7SIyc0UUPjHuxIUVakDVqlVikebZxV7WWn7seBAhYIdp9n_nEaiE-iT7FpknTg6xrjh8D6SloHmIbVB9m17NQ-jcL7H7S5miR3ovlLhDugE7/s400/Picture+766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671981708440923330" border="0" /></a><br />Perugia is beautiful even when the streets are wet with rain, and the leaves look bloody red, or sunny yellow.<br /><br />A mixture of colours against the backdrop of intransient stones.<br /><br />And Via dell'aquedotto, with its persistent magical aura, welcomes the fall.Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133129995780560505noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-70416311595691298262010-04-30T13:03:00.000+02:002010-04-30T13:03:34.621+02:00I have to catch the train<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGC4Q7Ooxfr0IwdNQVgthJ44qj-MRoQhrDQ-d9NJg1cf8dY1y1ZrILjIG684CVPCWbThY06fqTfi1wtge9EGUnCs_l2pUcjKm0QuWmowXH61jQevd16fhVKGcpJUqueNfI8-eQaS-mm0A/s1600/Image054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiltELPeXPTVXUdw3bilhpiOw9Smo50vrq1TnTSmZ6PhZQynRf4HYAXQerSejqnxorHinKRkX36JSqdFWbitzckh9vJfrB_lHhl-RpetEDkk0Aru-9qGpHZ619qLA8jHGdFaloVmL3YE/s1600/rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiltELPeXPTVXUdw3bilhpiOw9Smo50vrq1TnTSmZ6PhZQynRf4HYAXQerSejqnxorHinKRkX36JSqdFWbitzckh9vJfrB_lHhl-RpetEDkk0Aru-9qGpHZ619qLA8jHGdFaloVmL3YE/s320/rainbow.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Leaving from perugia is always hard. I'll be back... All of us will be... Soon...</div>Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-11351748302123123262010-03-21T14:00:00.000+01:002010-03-21T14:00:04.762+01:00On the station<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxZ0Z1HpzJqUUIXLfzUILNdIGCHasi5Eshe22kCcUEKtmIfwkkirMQlr847KEInfNRM3l-U-xAW9GBwDnUVYmPGbIfxuEmsR79LdMYbZTxKzSX8irXIIGvnn3FNrupLNn32Dyq9gIxtg/s1600-h/DSC_0187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxZ0Z1HpzJqUUIXLfzUILNdIGCHasi5Eshe22kCcUEKtmIfwkkirMQlr847KEInfNRM3l-U-xAW9GBwDnUVYmPGbIfxuEmsR79LdMYbZTxKzSX8irXIIGvnn3FNrupLNn32Dyq9gIxtg/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" /></a></div>Well now, that's a strange destination to go to, isn't it? Trenitalia, has it's ups and downs, even those rare moments of greatness, when your train just happens to beat every possible obstacle and you triumphantly arrive to the airport, moments before your check-in line closes. But more likely there are these moments that should be forgotten... <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bYH79JLqhQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bYH79JLqhQ</a> ;)Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-41260510906716189222010-03-20T14:00:00.000+01:002010-03-20T14:00:02.662+01:00?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2f5THSN1y4tRZm10gv28kU611VhRkMd36TUQKmwmMQyVv0yDNDEOGeqgaoSeM9-2DaqJEEAMh8zdQotfI6XvvwW1QBqI6gn4RIg0tm715b1RDEODmNtnEuutGq4RetKeiEzvsg7fvfNw/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2f5THSN1y4tRZm10gv28kU611VhRkMd36TUQKmwmMQyVv0yDNDEOGeqgaoSeM9-2DaqJEEAMh8zdQotfI6XvvwW1QBqI6gn4RIg0tm715b1RDEODmNtnEuutGq4RetKeiEzvsg7fvfNw/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" /></a></div>For that one of you, who first tells right what this is exactly and where this is, I promise to send a bacio perugino. Or at least a postcard... ;) I made this photo last may the 25th on an extremely beautifull sunny day.Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-63707339749299786242010-03-19T16:08:00.001+01:002010-03-19T16:43:50.752+01:00The Street Painter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8S3nGtu_v_N8VxkG0_bQ4gCFLhdfQYwyiXE97N68tEQsG495ha06ro36VLw8f7ySMhyphenhyphenF_JX05s7wqkVjLb2DqzYDRxID6X6_43dm9yj8J32VddGQBXeZPfxWntnCE89q0mfhz5_DdPW4/s1600-h/painter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8S3nGtu_v_N8VxkG0_bQ4gCFLhdfQYwyiXE97N68tEQsG495ha06ro36VLw8f7ySMhyphenhyphenF_JX05s7wqkVjLb2DqzYDRxID6X6_43dm9yj8J32VddGQBXeZPfxWntnCE89q0mfhz5_DdPW4/s320/painter.JPG" /></a></div>He, like he always does is painting. Mostly the same thing. This was made last autumn. In these days he was making one right in front of Feltrinelli. If any of you know his story,or talked to him, please share it.<br />
A.Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-8566072356593270182010-03-18T15:00:00.000+01:002010-03-18T15:00:06.584+01:00V.I.D.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNStsZk9xFcj0pvKSE7_re7C2L2qYHfzt19H5Z75h46nMF2FCjcMga9Pw6wF6VgVROsnODbKZs-3nfxqlvl4B2p0Ih_Gfy_TeCChwKaP8rqAasrKAxd9q4TpcJEPQZSAaJd7JnYksFfnI/s1600-h/alien.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNStsZk9xFcj0pvKSE7_re7C2L2qYHfzt19H5Z75h46nMF2FCjcMga9Pw6wF6VgVROsnODbKZs-3nfxqlvl4B2p0Ih_Gfy_TeCChwKaP8rqAasrKAxd9q4TpcJEPQZSAaJd7JnYksFfnI/s320/alien.JPG" /></a></div>Here on this paparazzi shoot we can see Frank the dog from man in black (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wapr7LMdKU&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wapr7LMdKU&feature=related</a> , <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuBgniZcGOg&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuBgniZcGOg&feature=related</a> ) admiring the biggest tourist attraction for most visiting K9s. The plastic hound, that's not to be touched (non toccare per favore) or as we can humblely declare it, the Untouchable is a masterpiece of modern art, such a delicate trompe l'oleil that it not only fouls the average four legged visitor, but even species with more delicate vision of space and colour, like a classic perugia foreign student.Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-32877419693078548022010-03-17T14:23:00.000+01:002010-03-17T14:23:00.287+01:00Literature kills<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCw3y7EL-mt5oLqPyTX598X-yAmvJHrOOCyP1znOSdGsaUa5ioDP3-w2LOi7CHrs-wZI175JN-xoK4RwqwVWJguSzzA8NCpvfQwI43-e-CVIHNgiYcD1dl9KXX1P2qHo1oSQEy42FTvSI/s1600-h/DSC_0285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCw3y7EL-mt5oLqPyTX598X-yAmvJHrOOCyP1znOSdGsaUa5ioDP3-w2LOi7CHrs-wZI175JN-xoK4RwqwVWJguSzzA8NCpvfQwI43-e-CVIHNgiYcD1dl9KXX1P2qHo1oSQEy42FTvSI/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" /></a></div>Words are not much. You don't need words. Cambio la lingua. Capisci? Che ne ti frega? Words are decorative. Playfull<span id="goog_1268767433590"></span><span id="goog_1268767433591"></span>. But profound? Did you ever get close to anybody just by words? And without using one? I don't need to write. You don't need to read. Just enjoy the picture.Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-31301565191137096652010-03-16T19:37:00.000+01:002010-03-16T19:37:01.611+01:00Perugia is alive<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSBdX0639CdRj9-NUryIEUmq5KGtowviPckTXIAHxgwGo9QZWlKluFOHtsgEehThW3OYFajVjynJ_WMTkUmsxbMRxJ7N5XsGcQ-b5vk4P0YMum2KlRImPwX-56osrBVQOSs94lhpoaAM/s1600-h/DSC_0163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSBdX0639CdRj9-NUryIEUmq5KGtowviPckTXIAHxgwGo9QZWlKluFOHtsgEehThW3OYFajVjynJ_WMTkUmsxbMRxJ7N5XsGcQ-b5vk4P0YMum2KlRImPwX-56osrBVQOSs94lhpoaAM/s320/DSC_0163.jpg" /></a>Well now as spring is coming the city has just awakened from it's hibernation. January and february were as some of you who used to reside around here remember it. Peggio. But now as the clouds went away and light is shining all arund the reconquista of the piazza had begun. And it's just nice to walk around dizzy headed and easy-hearted as we go from gothic darkness to meditarranean summer. Sadly my camera is out of order and until I can get a new one I can't share any of the new beauty around, but I'll share a small cycle of my unpublished autumn favourites... Get ready. ;) Peace with you(z).<br />
A.Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-6229364321534161572009-12-27T15:41:00.000+01:002009-12-27T15:41:06.941+01:00Talking about that...<div style="text-align: left;">I remember the first time when I tried to talk to people about Perugia, people who never lived here. Outsiders. And I realized I couldn't. People nagging me about what's happening, asking for a story and I just stayed mute. I tried to talk in the beginning but then I realized there is a serious communications breakdown happening. Later I changed my habits and started to talk about something totally casual. After some time I realized a lot of us are haunted by this strange sensation. The mystery of it never stopped coming back to me.<br />
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(this picture is temporary i'll replace it as soon as I get my laptop back on the 11th of january)<br />
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As one walks it's path down the road in the twilight, as the end of the year approaches we sink deep down into our thoughts thinking about all the things we have done. Maybe in a way of good and bad, of darkness and light, how much harmony was there in the melodies we sang, how much hope we have left and how much love we could find, if we would just have the courage to look up a bit, and not just walk blindly onward down the path, on this twilight road.Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-61229948501553319162009-11-27T02:39:00.001+01:002009-11-27T02:40:57.572+01:00Memories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLAw8orGbSzyX-SQh9gRbiOojWHQ7Mp07b74KwkixMJ2_1z2p1zLWUWVm2J06Wbtlhz084ri4jK5mNm_2RJFkXvfqLvY13TPEMJ9h4XSt_5EYzASEBDnOxwQe_Z6wVB0wUXI81Z9NBa6o/s1600/circles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLAw8orGbSzyX-SQh9gRbiOojWHQ7Mp07b74KwkixMJ2_1z2p1zLWUWVm2J06Wbtlhz084ri4jK5mNm_2RJFkXvfqLvY13TPEMJ9h4XSt_5EYzASEBDnOxwQe_Z6wVB0wUXI81Z9NBa6o/s320/circles.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>We don't have memories. In Perugia the past the present and the future are all mixing up into a big mass of existance. The substance is a bit nubbly and in occasional moments we find fragments of our memories lurking behind the corner, attacking us with a sudden clearness that seams bewildering. Like little drops of the truth that is being witheld from us because the ever happening town doesn't let our mind focus on anything but our momentary social life. We are damned and blessed people without past and not thinking about the future. We are cripled by this way of life as much as we are gifted with it. The city wasn't built for us, it was built for people who leaved deep down in the sewers of history, but now we are using it, we live amongst it's aged stone walls, we walk on the labyrinth of it's roads each of us following our own personal Ariadne's thread, blindly holding on to our individual fates. This alters our perceptions too. We are living in a dream. And the dream is true. As I make my long conversations walking on the streets of perugia I realize, everybody relates to this town. Few can resist it's magnetic charm, and yet only a few can stand it for a long time. The photo here was taken right in front of the church of Monteluce. May peace rule the world.Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-81811925514158778752009-11-05T19:36:00.002+01:002009-11-05T19:39:25.779+01:00Via Brunacci - Il cielo e sempre piu blu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpItIwUcvoC-0FkNbNQ3LaSlT9CZXc2kaRNSk2xtGRrnfYZIlqEpgdYn1ENbNmLMCkiVVwrnWWo1Nz5gNJelFZixkAHkYiu3oSx2fCzFYgjT4_6r6ZndzFMdcMcVuCXtipNRT4xmJAae8/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpItIwUcvoC-0FkNbNQ3LaSlT9CZXc2kaRNSk2xtGRrnfYZIlqEpgdYn1ENbNmLMCkiVVwrnWWo1Nz5gNJelFZixkAHkYiu3oSx2fCzFYgjT4_6r6ZndzFMdcMcVuCXtipNRT4xmJAae8/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" /></a><br />
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Light and darkness can be devided sharply or softly... The harsh climate of the mountains of the shadows doesn't really leave a lot of room for the grey place between black and white. Our world is changing even though our Perugia in it doesn't. Recent studies suggest that global warming is happening even much faster then the previously anticipated worst case scenario. The permafrost lands in Siberia are melting, and thus letting loose a huge amount of metan in the atmosphere, greater and greater every day. The iceacapes are disappearing, suggesting that in about 10 years this planet won't have permanent icecapes, just seasonal ones... The seasons are getting divided as sharply as does the light in umbria... When you wake up the morning you can see the ever warming weather battleing with the air coming from the poles, the air that is cooled down by the melting ice. You can never know which will prevail, the collapsing summer or the desperately rampaging cold that gets nastier and nastier as it feels it's end closing up on it. This was a beautifull day, leaves getting yellow, and the people slowly walking on the streets, leaving there car behind as they are approaching the centro storico. So shall we arrive there soon as well. Yes a good omen we always need, because winter is coming soon. I can feel it. <br />
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</div>in "<b>Perugia</b> Photos" first autumn sequel I invite you to take a walk with me from the outskirts of <b>Perugia</b>, from Monteluce, the mountain of light, to the core of <b>Perugia</b>, <b>Perusia</b> Augusta, <b>Perusia</b> vecchia, the ancient town, the meeting point of the shadows that are always lurking in Umbria. The <b>City</b> lies between it's aged walls, some of whom were erected even before the counting of time began in these lands. And they are still standing proudly, well preserved, virtually unchanged by the constant sieg of the tides of the ages. They had withstood these attacks so well, that even today on almost no other gap then the old gates it is possible to enter or exit this cage, this anthill of lost souls.<br />
The traveller who first sets his eyes on the<b> City </b>in a sunset, like this, might wonder if he has left the surely bounds of reality behind him and set foot on the shores of a tale that is about to happen. The town is magnetic, you can hear it whispering in your head, you can feel it after a while as an entity, as a person as a friend as an enemy, as your love. The adventure grows more and more exciting after the first quick flirts with the <b>City, </b>and as the game intensifies, <b>it</b> sooner or later changes everybody but the blindest or the most callous hearted. Few can resist few can stay insentient. Can you?<br />
Well a lot had been told today, and much more hadn't. Let's take some rest, maybe a good night's sleep shall we, before we continue this journey to the heart of this charming little place?<br />
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-a-Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-74251444617770931072009-10-19T17:29:00.004+02:002009-10-19T17:46:21.704+02:00A new Era<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCB5dlXZm4E0olQSWMwuY1hfTRTjuZR_T4wweear7vth-jOhyphenhyphen6_Q0OFONWsgec5ID_UjblDV2S2uuSebxW1RK59joNUPHg7Iq7QbuDZIBbiUv_SdbCjYSktVA_sVZLbrQeeCjrW8Qy3U/s1600-h/DSC_0245.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCB5dlXZm4E0olQSWMwuY1hfTRTjuZR_T4wweear7vth-jOhyphenhyphen6_Q0OFONWsgec5ID_UjblDV2S2uuSebxW1RK59joNUPHg7Iq7QbuDZIBbiUv_SdbCjYSktVA_sVZLbrQeeCjrW8Qy3U/s400/DSC_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394335650364745618" border="0" /></a>After months of silence and a long wait a new era has come. The october sun is fading and winter is creeping upon us. The dark shadows are getting longer during the nights, the silence of the city in the cold hours after midnight is torturing our brains if we dare to listen to it through the drunkness we force upon ourselfs to escape this reality. Myriam has left so it's upon me to run this blog if I can. So try to get through the distance my kind reader, through the pointy bars, try to penetrate through this fake window through the thick walls that lie between your reality and ours, who live and fight to stay alive, here in Perugia, mystic city. Or WTF. The picture was taken on the way to Monteluce, one day before the arrival of the big cold. The cold that shall rule our life for quite some time from now on.<br />A.Andráshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12346645642878208033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-50001008019199603422009-06-02T10:24:00.002+02:002009-06-02T10:28:32.759+02:00Giotto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8naLpRY4qt2HB94wEKILEy7bkBS3nlvXJrIN5sU0GnmqFeqbZdBUsKNA-XgqOtK5YFLjgVnw7vEtHeXMiNJKPGTnQr3EHxxRXUL4QS0Qd2GgiSARuuV8TzcwaqDIGnv9e-ZytdJ60Rg/s1600-h/San+Francesco+feeding+the+birds,+predella+polittico+Pisa,+Louvre.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8naLpRY4qt2HB94wEKILEy7bkBS3nlvXJrIN5sU0GnmqFeqbZdBUsKNA-XgqOtK5YFLjgVnw7vEtHeXMiNJKPGTnQr3EHxxRXUL4QS0Qd2GgiSARuuV8TzcwaqDIGnv9e-ZytdJ60Rg/s400/San+Francesco+feeding+the+birds,+predella+polittico+Pisa,+Louvre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342643364574626514" /></a>Giotto di Bondone, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">San Francesco feeding the birds</span> from the lost polyptych of SienaMyriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-10657228025533409852009-06-01T12:28:00.002+02:002009-06-01T12:46:36.697+02:00Tempietto<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkr7f1Kz9gNLOV1oqn4EHdmxW3AWxRtlQ8_pl9eF70ONDpYLLRBlkhCkA-zbagW3h8lCsp9XfUnS8DTUrNj5hN4NCJWlPZlWECIY9UAelLGRKkK7kFVhh3FBK8po0r_F6KIgWVYxwO3o/s1600-h/S4300248.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkr7f1Kz9gNLOV1oqn4EHdmxW3AWxRtlQ8_pl9eF70ONDpYLLRBlkhCkA-zbagW3h8lCsp9XfUnS8DTUrNj5hN4NCJWlPZlWECIY9UAelLGRKkK7kFVhh3FBK8po0r_F6KIgWVYxwO3o/s400/S4300248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342304298067049138" /></a>The San Michele Arcangelo Church, commonly called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Tempietto</span>, is the oldest church in Perugia. With a circular Paleochristian groundwork from the end of the V century or beginning of the VI century, the same internal structure as the San Stefano Rotondo Church in Rom, and its gothic front door from the XIV century, this <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">tempietto</span> is a pure visual surprise at the end of Corso Garibaldi. An isolated place in an extreme part of the city where silence, peace and spirituality emerge at the most!Myriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-61063385659202648922009-05-31T12:46:00.001+02:002009-06-01T12:49:36.420+02:00Arco etrusco<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDocfU4VoHAdGRL2DcDk6jqg5RxhewRo1m7FuwYom_xw_YpdDGPeRwk2AAcNi-dpzON2kZcEFP12q7M25wM7-ngwQMraBhnLgq5zIJPCFLsOknXmMn43UN4r24jGTLJKZArO7nZy5N34/s1600-h/S4300240.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDocfU4VoHAdGRL2DcDk6jqg5RxhewRo1m7FuwYom_xw_YpdDGPeRwk2AAcNi-dpzON2kZcEFP12q7M25wM7-ngwQMraBhnLgq5zIJPCFLsOknXmMn43UN4r24jGTLJKZArO7nZy5N34/s400/S4300240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342309049856192930" /></a>Myriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-16128939747996102292009-05-30T12:50:00.000+02:002009-06-01T12:51:57.452+02:00Archi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxNwmLhciJ9re2_2caa8YSPPDFEUp2PT4oQRb1OvInAim8_btCv3ZN6sxuQfQ96Wxtmb14ahxejIHmqi4QC9lP005tqQKzY0-X05Q1HHUDpmcMQyrpfE4ZQu8tuBhVo9RUhLuHRTdx4o/s1600-h/S4300243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxNwmLhciJ9re2_2caa8YSPPDFEUp2PT4oQRb1OvInAim8_btCv3ZN6sxuQfQ96Wxtmb14ahxejIHmqi4QC9lP005tqQKzY0-X05Q1HHUDpmcMQyrpfE4ZQu8tuBhVo9RUhLuHRTdx4o/s400/S4300243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342310031238793138" /></a>Myriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-39597057038247572732009-05-29T13:02:00.001+02:002009-05-29T13:04:14.325+02:00Mitica Cinquecento<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNviQKQLbvPyi_sKFm5OaRad7mzX-UisP7pmsfJgCV0sOCN3M2gs3o_K128zqETEGGisbFCgbszPYh14pnPxqr0PtrBCHSsHvLB3U4UlGV-QyWGFGyCVt6B10KilmUSZEM1rnQGtYMpU/s1600-h/CIMG2634_3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNviQKQLbvPyi_sKFm5OaRad7mzX-UisP7pmsfJgCV0sOCN3M2gs3o_K128zqETEGGisbFCgbszPYh14pnPxqr0PtrBCHSsHvLB3U4UlGV-QyWGFGyCVt6B10KilmUSZEM1rnQGtYMpU/s400/CIMG2634_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341199736351781282" /></a>Not in Perugia but it could be as you can find Fiat Cinquecento more and more when you go down South Italy...Myriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-16301253124844163922009-05-28T12:17:00.001+02:002009-05-29T13:02:08.393+02:00Vertical vs. Horizontal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7T4ixdu8TTDFQ1siXopvXQWD7RDI_sutO4gv7AtGEc4Dm3_57GQdNidkGRWjhxkRGZpmEakW_f_HHuuB1SxXQQjLUWJwBqDk8TmrTM58pA71VqO3YLDPytNiYkcs_4T7Zk5HyKXu3vQ4/s1600-h/CIMG2657.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7T4ixdu8TTDFQ1siXopvXQWD7RDI_sutO4gv7AtGEc4Dm3_57GQdNidkGRWjhxkRGZpmEakW_f_HHuuB1SxXQQjLUWJwBqDk8TmrTM58pA71VqO3YLDPytNiYkcs_4T7Zk5HyKXu3vQ4/s400/CIMG2657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341188488033096178" /></a>Beyond the trees, the university of Perugia...Myriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-52197669231286332862009-05-24T10:38:00.000+02:002009-06-02T10:49:49.726+02:00Dante<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixacywMwZmIefdsjnMGpifHytvU4a_fTNyWG2dscWohbGl2LBAF-mo6Q7DRbpsUTmCB9iWAgJxGgJHSLK3CE-TTp_WXjD33EEqEtkqpcHvBy3PSRAf8WLqNjgvOuBfPMiLyQXrnk7Z42M/s1600-h/S4300227.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixacywMwZmIefdsjnMGpifHytvU4a_fTNyWG2dscWohbGl2LBAF-mo6Q7DRbpsUTmCB9iWAgJxGgJHSLK3CE-TTp_WXjD33EEqEtkqpcHvBy3PSRAf8WLqNjgvOuBfPMiLyQXrnk7Z42M/s400/S4300227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342647264408278802" /></a>"Intra tupino e l'acqua che discende del colle eletto del beato Ubaldo<div><div>Fertile costa d'alto monte pende,</div><div>Onde Perugia sente freddo e caldo</div><div>Da Porta Sole..."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Between a sand martin and the water that flows down the elect pass of the blessed Ubaldo</div><div>Fertile cost of the high slope mount,</div><div>Where Perugia feels cold and warm<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">From Porta Sole..."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Divina Commedia, Paradiso XI</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Myriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-26955901306261123862009-05-23T10:34:00.000+02:002009-06-02T10:38:24.764+02:00Terrace!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF3TZF-W9R1qC_QhOr4LyWSZRFoRAHjWLtSdHWETBn6E1D3hnFuGgn-mkKVcfM4qtjVUwz5xfgm9V7WywAGAfYULTlxRGX4AZ4kRGus3KbhHe1NVRlKR2Il-XIiekiZguANmikTUA3zA/s1600-h/S4300226.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF3TZF-W9R1qC_QhOr4LyWSZRFoRAHjWLtSdHWETBn6E1D3hnFuGgn-mkKVcfM4qtjVUwz5xfgm9V7WywAGAfYULTlxRGX4AZ4kRGus3KbhHe1NVRlKR2Il-XIiekiZguANmikTUA3zA/s400/S4300226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342646477448163938" /></a>... Because Perugia is not only made of arches and stairs but also by some private terrace right in the centre...!Myriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515174518091905679.post-78282010963276704632009-05-22T10:29:00.000+02:002009-06-02T10:33:35.566+02:00Stairs and arches<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTmy51nML1Den4BWCNE61XyVxfW4cqb5E_4Y_Rv2MbkwTyCmC5ZPGGg7ep5dSWDQ_WX1Shc8d2DJ57gZuB8rz84HpkwVZSLiA5K4Rguub4hJOCnRqtvuOiDStiXhooHE8RMUlrJ_bdhM/s1600-h/S4300223.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTmy51nML1Den4BWCNE61XyVxfW4cqb5E_4Y_Rv2MbkwTyCmC5ZPGGg7ep5dSWDQ_WX1Shc8d2DJ57gZuB8rz84HpkwVZSLiA5K4Rguub4hJOCnRqtvuOiDStiXhooHE8RMUlrJ_bdhM/s400/S4300223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342644993060532738" /></a>Perugian equation: stairs + arches = città affascinante!Myriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16993683983213329499noreply@blogger.com0