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Description
Firenze, September 10th.

An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.

Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.

The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.

Oscar Wilde.

I chased him for like twenty minutes to get this one, 'cause I wanted it to be Like this. And he didn't even notice I was there. :] It has been taken in Piazza della Repubblica, Firenze. Different street life than in the States, but I do my best here too.

Full View, pretty please.

Description
Firenze, September 10th.

An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.

Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.

The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.

Oscar Wilde.

I chased him for like twenty minutes to get this one, 'cause I wanted it to be Like this. And he didn't even notice I was there. :] It has been taken in Piazza della Repubblica, Firenze. Different street life than in the States, but I do my best here too.

Full View, pretty please.