conca dei marini is a very, very small town on the coast of southern italy. it was by far my favorite place during the 3 weeks we were in europe. sure it's great to visit cities like paris and rome but give me a quiet view of the sea, the smell of jasmine and a little seafood restaurant on the beach and i've arrived. i took this picture as i was walking back from the local market, a walk i made nearly every day through steep windy streets to nearly the top of the cliffs this town is perched on. i would buy fresh eggs, buffalo mozzarella, bread baked that morning, sheets of thinly sliced prosciutto and the peaches you could see growing in backyards. incidentally, produce cost a mere fraction of what it did in large cities - even the prosciutto. that morning i was woken up by what could only be described as cannon fire. i still have no idea what it was .. the wind banging the shutters? it didn't help that there was an actual vessel that looked like a pirate ship just off the coast. a calendar in the window of the market marked a religious holiday. maybe the cannon fired in honor.
* i am going to post a picture a day for awhile and maybe a few words about where and when it took place. i realize now it's a bit much to try to talk about our trip in one post and to be honest i'm still processing it :> xo