Hunched and huddled, we walk the pavements, looking for warmth wherever it might be. My eye zooms to yellow, and thankfully yellow is abundant in Italy. Metaphorical warmth wherever you look. Palazzi, bicycles, the last window box flowers, clinging to fading glory.
Even renovations in progress catch my eye. A splash of yellow paint. The words BAR on an awning. A tea label displayed outside a café in Brera. Yellow, yellow, yellow. The sun is doing a pathetic job, but we will find what we need where we can.
I hope you find warmth wherever you are, and it finds you.