There are no people in the city center on Sunday. Everyone is in the houses. Then it is easier to notice the condition of the facades and architecture of the city. The crowds on the street distract me from looking at the buildings because i pay more attention to the faces of people who are increasingly gloomy and often without a smile, even to a complete stranger. On Sundays, the city is quiet, and stands proudly as if it were an exhibit of some beautiful exhibition, waiting for the sun to bathe in its colors. Sunday is a day for us and our views focused on heights and roofs that were huge for us when we were kids. One postcard of the former capital.
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