Two pictures

Two unrelated pictures that perhaps don't say much about Bologna, but do say something about Bologna's effect on me.

I was walling back to San Donato from my Italian class in the city center, and I sat down in a park near our apartment. It was cool there, and the day was hot. A tiny flower landed on my arm, and I took a photo of it.

The other picture was yesterday on our terrace in the evening. The strong sunlight passing through our wine glasses colored the table in an interesting way. We kept the wine glasses when the apartment was emptied out because we liked their rather dramatic design.

​That's all, nothing profound, just good, ordinary things.