Portobello in Arezzo, I couldn't resist it because we used to spend a lot of time in Portobello, Edinburgh as children (though we called it Portibelly). But I also like the colours in this picture, the man in the corner reading his newspaper with his little basket at the side of his chair. Sometimes its like that, all the things in the picture just hang together and luckily you have an iPhone to hand for snapping and loading up (ah this world of new tech). And I heard this music ghosting out of a window not far from where this picture was taken, it seemed appropriate to clip it here. But aside from all that, it is father's day and I will call my dad and Abbi has given me some Venetian glass - including a glass sweetie (because I am not a sweet person). Happy fathers day to the dads out there - and the mums, friends, aunties, uncles, bishops and all:
