“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
― Oscar Wilde
On my last evening in Verona I walked through Piazza Erbe one last time. While resting at a cafe I noticed this young man waiting by a statue holding a red rose and looking nervous. I wasn’t going to shoot him, but then the old man to the left walked by him and noticed him as well. He gave him a look I couldn’t pass photographing – a knowing look. It’s not the best of photo quality…but it says a lot about the two men and their thoughts.
Bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my… bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my… Bicycle races are coming your way So forget all your duties oh yeah!