Copenhagen

Tre cose ho notato subito di Copenhagen. il silenzio. appena arrivati in centro, erano le 11 del mattino di giovedì, e non si sentivano che i gabbiani in lontananza, il rumore dei semafori pedonali, le ruote delle biciclette.

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Crostoni di maggio con caprino alla menta. || Hard times, green blessings.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, scriveva Dickens, forse non pensando ai miei venticinque anni, ma comunque prendendoci in pieno.

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