A walk in town

I love clouds. They are just so beautiful. They are always different.

I love how they cast their shadow on the surface of the water. 

This is a little park on the other end of town. Looks pretty old, they didnt seem to care to update it or anything. I NEVER see anyone in their. There are a few stone benches and bushes in there, but that's pretty much it. Oh, and a WWII memorial statue in the middle of it.They would have much more traffic in it if they put a few swings and slides in it. 

It is really too bad because the stone mosaic pavement is quite beautiful!

The only living creature I ever see in there (beside the bushes) is those two dogs sleeping in the flower beds. 

That is one of the mysteries of Petacciato, the "stray" dogs. Husband says they are not really stray, they have homes and masters, but they are let outside during the day to just run free. Well, I dont know... 

I am fond of walking. I love walking around our town, especially the old town. The houses are all tightly built together and have such a rich atmosphere. You can "smell" history on them. 

The little peach colored house at the end of the row is one of my favorites. I haven't mustered enough gall to snap a picture of the front of the house yet, but it is wonderful. It has a little English style "messy" garden in front of the house. It is facing the Adriatic sea. There is a little table and a couple of chairs too under the raised grape vines.

I walked down there the other day and the owner of the house, little old man, came outside. We spoke a few words. He had the heavy Petacciato region accent that still sounds like Portuguese to me. It has the solitude that I crave. It has the history that I admire. It has the view I could never get enough of. 

He was kind and polite. I complemented on his house. 

This one below is also a very nicely kept house. I took peek into their covered balcony the other day. It looks like a wonderfully secluded little place with a little table and a couple of chairs where you can "hide away" and read a good book. Alone. 

What we see here below is unfortunately very common in Italy. Having a little (or big) plaquette or shrine dedicated to one (or more) of the saints on the house or in the yard. 

This one here is Padre Pio who was a very influential "saint" in this area. Many believe he was actually demon possessed.

Just a neat view 

You can see many of these horse rings in the wall all over town. I pointed them out to Benjamin the other night when we were out on our usual passeggiata and I explained to him what they were for. Since then he can't help himself and he is counting them every time we are out. 

The wonderfully marvellous old church. Built in the 10th century!!! :)