The very first minutes that we were there,
it was cold,
it was raining,
the square was crowded,
and we were part of that noise,
we were full of happiness.
Very first impressions count.
“Without noticing, I slip into a light yet lingering malaise. Not a depression, more like a fascination for melancholia, which I turn in my hand as if it were a small planet, streaked in shadow, impossibly blue.”
— Patti Smith