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Saturday Snapshot-Italy's quaint houses

Hey everyone! I'm back with another Saturday Snapshot* post. Today, I'll be starting a new mini-series, about a family trip to Italy back in 2012. This post highlights some of the quaint, small-town expressions of a few places we visited.

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What's your favourite picture out of these three? Mine is the Shell Picture!

Have a good weekend!

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  1. Ginx CraftMarch 11, 2017 at 9:27 PM

    I think I like the looking up the stairs best. The light is really nice.

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  2. Sandra NachlingerMarch 11, 2017 at 10:04 PM

    Beautiful photos! My favorite is the steps up the narrow passage. It reminds me of a place we stayed in St. Paul de Vence, France. Wish I could be there!

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  3. Sue JacksonMarch 14, 2017 at 4:52 AM

    As always, your photos are gorgeous! I would love to visit Italy some day - thanks for helping me travel vicariously!

    Sue

    Book By Book

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  4. LouiseMarch 14, 2017 at 10:39 AM

    Great photos. I like the look of the cool shady garden in the first photo, it would be a lovely spot to have a break- and a nice cool drink.

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