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| Fire and friendship on cold winter mornings |
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| Farmers who work in their fields without stopping |
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| Doors that are opened to reveal new mysteries |
These are a few of my favorite things
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| Frico served up all so hot and delicious |
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| Tocai that’s rustic and so unpretentious |
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| Falling for Schioppettino just like last time |
These are a few of my favorite things
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| Loving the blush in a fresh Pinot Grigio |
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| Gubana filled with fresh nuts, fruit and spices |
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| Pretty young girls who steal hearts with a glance |
These are a few of my favorite things
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| When the dog bites |
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| When the bee stings |
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| When I'm feeling sad |
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| I simply remember my favorite things |
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| And I don't feel so bad |
photographed by Alfonso Cevola limited rights reserved On the Wine Trail in Italy
words inspired from lyrics written by Oscar Hammerstein II
words inspired from lyrics written by Oscar Hammerstein II
6 comments:
Awww Ace... as Sam might say, you're makin' me feel all melty and junk.
Great shots (as always) and a really lovely encapsulation of our week's worth of exploration.
Where was that door handle, btw? Totally missed it.
Yep, she would. door was at the church in Cividale. Thanks, amigo
Loved this - very clever!
Thanks, Diane!
Yep, Tra, DoBi rocked the casbah!
Makes me feel all mushy and junk...
Fabulous photo - thanks for sharing all this with us!
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