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it's always lovely wandering the back streets of Rome... |




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We spend our time searching for our "ideal" window.... |




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so hard to choose..... but for me it's the one with wrought iron ... what about you ? |


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They change, and we, who pass like foam, Like dust blown through the streets of Rome, Change ever, too; we have no home, [John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. |







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