The velvet fingers of early summer night guide our wandering steps over a maze of alley.
Feeling at home in an unknown town is a privileged and rewarding feeling, which rises from inside.
Little coloured lights are more shining, when they are filtered through an excellent mood.
The ghosts of the castle are far, the smell of the coffee is the link to reality.
Who said that coffee disturbs the sleep?
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