I keep expecting a director to yell “roll camera.” This town is movie-set charming but it’s not on the map, in any guidebooks or mentioned in my mother’s journal. For the first time since beginning this road trip we have abandoned the highway and randomly followed an old man riding a donkey down a dirt road. Just to see where he’s going. Just because we have the time. Just because.
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