I love laundry. To me, it symbolizes a fresh start. Hanging on the line you can almost tell the personality of the person who wears the clothes. I find laundry charming. Picturesque – especially laundry hanging between buildings or from second-story windows. Everywhere in Lucca, there is laundry. Fresh. Clean. Happy laundry.
And then there is ours. Sad to be inside. If only I could find a way for the sun and wind to caress the folds…
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