The island of Burano is a simple fishing village, true haven of tranquility, though the olden days of ladies making lace on the doorsteps of their brightly colored houses, artists on the quay and no hustlers is all but history.
These days, not many old ladies make lace on their doorsteps.
There is a large farming village on the island of Burano.
A man videotaped a door in San Remo.
The friends are gossiping.
Schor is wrong, there's nothing depressing about seeing people with identity issues spend themselves into more debt.
It is a water bound ship.
The animal is showing his owner affection.
A blond girl is having a conversation with her friends