When I grow up…

I want to live here, in Florence:



Or, maybe I’ll live here, which is right next door:


Yes, I think I’ll choose the 2nd one, because it has a fantastic glass house and room to garden right next to it:



If I can live in Florence, in one of these 2 neighboring houses, I think I could just spend my days reading and writing and gardening and listening to the birds, inhaling the roses and jasmine. It looks to me like paradise.

And, lest I forget where I found this place, which could happen because every day brings new wonders and it is hard to keep track of all this splendid stuff:



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