NicoTink
In summer the city was always full. Tourist, locals, students and children. Everybody running around like ants. With goals or without, just lazily walking. That was the beauty of living in a metropole, but also the downside.
A million faces each day, but no memorie of them. A million faces walking by, everybody looking but nobody seeing. Passing each other.
But sometimes it takes just one look, do see something beautiful.