During our first trip to Italy, I surprised Chris by wanting to visit the tiny walled city of Lucca. Chris adores Puccini and it just so happens that Lucca does as well. Puccini was born in Lucca and is the celebrated son of the town.
While wandering the cobbeled streets of the town, we came across this fountain near our hotel. There was just something so visually interesting about the marbled stone fountain against the backdrop of the old ocher colored building.
The little details like the royal blue sign, red geraniums in the window box, light blue shutters and bicycles scream Italy.
It remains one of my favorite photos from that first trip, and of Lucca in general. I’d like to think my fountain fetish began with this shot.