The smell of watermelon when you open it, fresh from the fridge; the smell of figs when you take a walk in the country on a hot day (I have a perfume with that same fragrance and I treasure it!); the scent of a windy day on a rocky beach and waves crashing on it.
Sometimes I just sit and smell everything.
And think about how lucky I am to see places like these.
|Marina di Pescoluse, Puglia, Italy|
|Monument dedicated to sailors, Brindisi, Puglia|
|Boardwalk in Brindisi, Puglia|
And the smell of fried fish...