In the evening this street is alive with music, tables and chairs hide the cobbles, and I dont care what you might have eaten only minutes before, walk its length just once and you will be ravenous from the smells that come from each and every doorway… but, at 5.30 in the morning, just after dawn, it’s an entirely different place.
The colours are softer, and the utter and complete silence makes you want to walk on tip toe,
turning a few corners, taking a few shots….then you’re back where you started from, but now there’s a girl scraping up her hair, heading to the main square where the daily treks leave from….then around another corner, the sound of a door scraping on its hinges and a figure settles on a step…the smell of tobacco.
This village takes its time to stretch and get out of bed.
All Images Copyright Stuart Allan Hyde