Quite enough wandering round in the woods - so back to the city.
It's odd how very parochial and local one gets - so the East Side seems an exotic country to me where they decorate the corners of buildngs and door frames.
Abstracy and psychedelic.
How few people make their own clothes nowadays...
Another decorated door frame. Here bits of old china and other porcelain stuff...
Here a lot of shattered plates.
Very traditional Italian pastry shop..
and other good things to eat.
Such lovely old signs.
I end up eating one of the chocolate doughnuts at Taralluci.