Last November, I met an Italian boy who was selling some bread on the street.
I brought a bloody heavy back pack and everywhere was closed because of Sunday…
I was so tired and just sat beside the street.
At that time, he gave me a bottle of water and rent me his chair.
He didn’t speak any English but he told me some tourist point.
Duomo was the one of the best beautiful spot, he told me.
However it was out of the map so I tried to get but I couldn’t.
Yesterday, I asked about the Duomo at the restaurant.
They told me how to get to there with Italian and body language.
Today, I visit to Duomo by bus which they told me.
It was so beautiful literally the Italian boy told me.
After visiting Duomo, I was looking for him but I couldn’t find unfortunately.
Anyway I’ll never forget about him.
