Pigeons calling,  dogs barking,  woman gossiping away in their beautiful flowing language from one high window to the other,  men talking loudly in words I unfortunately cannot follow while smoking what seems an unending cigarette and drinking another morning espresso or wine.

BUT the bells. How I love their sound which never fail to bring a smile to my face. I love knowing that the bells have been ringing for centuries in this ancient country and will continue to for centuries to come.

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