August morning in the city. The cries of seagulls echo off the granite of backyards and empty streets. The sun’s

Those arriving in the city by train will find a square torn apart by the noise of cars and traffic

It’s nice to walk around the city on a Sunday: in the middle of the street, without fear of cars,

It’s a summer morning. You open the doors to the patio and the sun floods the whole house. You water

Lost in the middle of a giant’s vegetable garden are thirteen dolls with laughing faces. It was the giant’s daughter

When you stroll through the city, early in the morning, you wonder why the crowing of roosters echoes through the