I walked down the street. The streets of Assisi winded, inclined, and declined. The cobblestone beneath my feet mirrored the brick and stone houses and shops surrounding me on all sides. When I looked above I saw the clear blue sky and felt the sun’s rays soak into my sink. Though the stone walls appeared similar from building to building, each door had a distinctive exterior. Most stood rather short. Some dazzled with ornate wood carvings and handiwork, others seemed more simple. I never knew how many ways to decorate a door there actually were until I came to this city. I felt as though time had reversed itself.
A simple plane ride could take me to another city filled with electronic signs and brightly lit advertisements adorning nearly every glass and cement building in sight. Here, in Assisi, I could feel a peace wash over me as I continued to walk down the street, nearing the curve. I wondered what laid beyond that curve. The welcoming sense of mystery excited me. Somehow, I felt untouchable, in a place where the pace was as sweet and as slow as the honey being mass produced in factories around the world that very minute.
As I rounded the corner of the street, the majestic hillside landscape entranced me. The fields appeared spotted here and there with farmhouses. This astounding view mesmerized my eyes and its serene aura filled my soul. This place must be a dream.
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