Blue Towel

Perugia, Italy

Golden hour spills across worn brick and faded stucco, catching the edges of a blue towel left to dry in the soft Umbrian breeze. An open shutter, a quiet plant on the sill, and a sense that someone just stepped away—this is the poetry of the ordinary. Perugia doesn’t shout; it whispers in light, in stone, and in small domestic rituals that haven’t changed in centuries.