Sunday morning: the shops are not open till 12.00 hrs, the service in the church is still going on and most of the inhabitants of the centre of the town are still sleeping. That is my favourite hour to go and walk the old streets.
It is the only moment that there is some peace and quiet. Then I can fantasize about how it must have looked ages, centuries ago.
This particular Sunday the weather was mild, no wind. So the water in the canals is rippling slowly, very slowly. Hardly any sounds can be heard, only some sparrows. Just me and the city.