I can still imagine the biting cold winds and how we’d wonder around looking for pretty doors with beautiful colours. We never got bored, always took the unpaved roads. Walking on those cobbled stone streets till the sunset, oh such beautiful days.
I can still imagine the biting cold winds and how we’d wonder around looking for pretty doors with beautiful colours. We never got bored, always took the unpaved roads. Walking on those cobbled stone streets till the sunset, oh such beautiful days.