I live in this small town between Milan and the mountains. Everything here is... between.
we have a tunnel that pass below a state road that graze the town on the east.
We have Saints, whose face are polished by the caresses of devoted people.
We have walls that are more than 100 years and are still there to whisper stories that no one listen anymore.
These are the first 3 photos. I'll add the other 4 asap.