Verona - City of Balconies

Its not like entering a modern city in the US or flying over the horizon approaching a concrete jungle stacked with glass. Its almost awkward as you drive through monotonous freeways that look only mildly different from the East Coast US passageways. And, at the end of weaving behind trucks at 140km an hour you come to another gem in the middle of northern Italy. Enter Verona:

 “You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.” - Italo Calvino 

Pebble stone walking tone of a 

distant traveler 

underdressed to impress the 

destination of thieves stealing

kisses from Juliette

In a city of balconies 

shouting down for rescue

Marco polo, marco polo

is this not the your location?

Where the river wraps the 

pointed trees

shooting arrows to the sky

of endless blue

Omnipotent is he who 

can address such beauty 

in its temperate state

Void of temperance 

when the dry grapes of amarone

grab their name 

from the bitter grasp of its critics tongue