Rainy Day in Spoleto
Spoleto, Italy
Under a soft drizzle, a woman strolls past a worn yellow salumeria, her red umbrella and matching bag a quiet rebellion against the gray skies. The shopfront, with its hand-painted signs and old stone archway, holds steady as life shuffles by—unhurried, familiar, alive. This is the poetry of small-town Italy: peeling paint, cobblestone rhythm, and a splash of color against the past.