I don't like very much those manipulated B&W pictures showing an element in the frame in its original or artificially changed color, to let it stand out from the colorless background. If I did, you would notice on the bottom left a small (initially) blue balloon, laying on the ground and waiting for its destiny to progress either in the hands of a kid or in a slow inevitable deflation. You would have also seen more things, but this was not my intention today.
I wonder how was this narrow and short court looking like, one hundred years ago. If there were kids playing there, on Sunday mornings and few fathers lazily leaning at the window frames with a cigarette in the hands. Youth looks like being disappeared these days. The town is in the hands of tourists and sellers.
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