My travelling trail of art

Outside the Basilica of St. Babila there is a man with deep brown eyes, an empty cup and less than ten toes. He smiled at the sketch of San Babila for a while after I walked away, and then quietely slipped it into his pocket. Outside the Basilica of St. Babila there is a man with deep brown eyes, an empty cup and less than ten toes. He smiled at the sketch of San Babila for a while after I walked away, and then quietely slipped it into his…
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