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Monday, September 3, 2007

Siena.

Siena is a controlled city. The streets wander carefully, they do not follow the mindless paths of Rome's roads. The madness of Rome, the unrestraint that pervades the air and allows couples to believe that no is watching is lost in the winds of the mountains. There are many tunnels here, winding their way down the hills.
Posted by Henry Kvinge at 3:19 AM

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      • Mountains.
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      • The Leather Market.
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