Summer 2013. Filmed with Instagram and Vine.
I was there for four months but I never grew tired of Perugia’s stone-mad beauty. It really knocked me out. Walking the streets was a daily indulgence. There were many nights spent wandering wine-buzzed with welled up eyes. I always felt very lucky, and sometimes, maybe even a little guilty.
The passageways sprouting from Piazza Novembre IV were plentiful and strange. Hidden views of Umbrian countryside during the day, or 4 a.m. on Via Dei Priori, with the sounds of early rising bakers and the smell their early rising bread– all of it was good.
Somewhere off of Corso Geribaldi, this spot was unassuming but it caught my eye anyway. It was beautiful. It summed up what I was searching for when I came to Italy, and I almost made it a point to pass by whenever exploring the city. It was dark and lonely, with a single flittering lantern lighting a small enclosed courtyard flat, two-thousand years of history seeping through the cracks.