I allways tend not to follow the paths all tourists take… Sometimes it is boring, seen by many and lacks originality. To find this place, I had to get to a one-way street, ending up on a path that stopped at the entrance of an old house. The sun hit the path so hard, that reflected light could be seen on many other walls, coloring the old stones. And if there are any details that make you think you’re in Italy, it is certainly the barocque fence with wrought iron curls and decorations.
