The twenty-fifth of April. In Italy an excuse for a jam-packed day of festivities, no work and no school. Also for the sunshine to bless us with blissfully warm weather.
Here's what I did:
//Ate gelato as we wandered through the side-streets of Parma, perusing the never-seen-open vintage shops
//Stumbled upon a piazza filled with falafel stalls and vintage stalls, joined by a live band and a drunk clown
//Sat on the steps of the Duomo, soaking up the sun
//Passed a puppet show on the way to buy our picnic
//Sat in the Pilotta with our mountainous picnic, Lithuanian Mead, good friends and a Ukulele
//Drank coffee and ate tonnes of sugary snacks at our friend's house
//Partied, danced and sang in Piazza Garibaldi to the various bands playing there as if it were a summer festival, all the while careful not to spill the Sangria
//Walked/danced all the way home and into bed at 2 am.
i love the photos x
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