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5 things to know about Allora restaurant in Charleston, SC
Vivian Nelson serves Pat Doerr and her husband, Dan Doerr, a sparkling cannoli dessert in honor of their 50th wedding annivsary as they eat at Allor…
#dining #cooking #diet #food #Italianmeals #allora #charleston-restaurants #Italia #Italian #italianfoodcharleston #italianmeals #italiano #italy #newitalianrestaurantscharleston #southbound
https://www.diningandcooking.com/2727783/5-things-to-know-about-allora-restaurant-in-charleston-sc/ -
5 things to know about Allora restaurant in Charleston, SC https://www.diningandcooking.com/2727783/5-things-to-know-about-allora-restaurant-in-charleston-sc/ #allora #CharlestonRestaurants #Italia #Italian #ItalianFoodCharleston #ItalianMeals #italiano #italy #NewItalianRestaurantsCharleston #southbound
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Throwback July 13, 2017. Originally posted on that other platform one of the first time over there after the square aspect ratio stopped being mandatory I guess. Not sure. Still very much, however, remember this very location, having passed by more than just once during the last decades. #throwback #outerworld #smartphonephotography #travel #southbound -
Midtown construction! This is 42nd at 9th. Shown is 42nd, but there are lanes closed on 9th also, from 43 to 41st.
Especially dangerous for bicyclists heading south on 9th, with no bike lane.
#midtown #Manhattan #theatre #district #dump #truck #bike #lanes #closed #southbound #avenue #TimesSquare #traffic -
Anyone ever see the film #Southbound? #horror #indie
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Close to 10pm again. Thoughts in free flow. Feeling limited and small. Looking back at hours, days, surrounded by cities, walls, churches measuring time in decades, centuries. A crowd of those still young finding their ways into the night, riding motorcycles and steering cars that have travelled all of the country and back. A moth circling the streetlight, fireworks in the distance, and the presence of the soothing waves. Calm moments, another story and no moon. Buonanotte everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #southbound #summer moves on #later that evening #travel
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The warmth that embraces everything. And the colours to invite it.
📷 southbound
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Afternoon and lost to the flow of time in between. No purpose no goal and not too much action against both of these deficiencies. Thin traces of clouds, a boat on waves, some birds circling above the trees. The moment and its slice of fiction and reality. (Too dumb to write books too restless to read.)
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Closing in on 10pm. Sneaking through the evening traffic, avoiding waiters and empty restaurant terraces. Boats entering, leaving the small harbour. Trying to read todays sunset lines and the fragments of meaning they carelessly leave behind on curly waters. Different winds, different scents carried in from the hills and the smaller valleys. Two stars above, no common constellation and an aetherial void in between. The open space above the narrow realms within. Have soft dreams wherever you are.
#outerworld #southbound #always in between #evening between houses
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Narrow tunnels, crowded lanes. Winding up and down the hills. Waiting for each other trying to stay out of each others way. The anger of middle-aged males wearing cyclist dresses and continuously grumpy faces. Everything becoming more challenged with the new strong sun.
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Close to 9am and the reconnecting to physical activities. Coffee doing its things, neighbours left and right waking to the day, one pondering ones own flow of mornings again and again.
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The slow waves.
#outerworld #southbound #travel #waves -
10pm and stepping forth in between old houses. The day soothing itself to sleep, night waking to its plans that might still find place in the hours to preface the new week. A sip of wine, past sunset. And stories of castles and old ports, in between dreams and mere memories. Be safe on your way into the morning, wherever you are.
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Nachmittag, nach dem Kaffee und dem Halbschlaf und dem ausgebliebenen Gewitter in der drückenden Schwüle des Augenblickes, der ankerlos in Zeit und Bildern zu treiben scheint. Und für verstörende kurze Sekunden ist man überall und nirgends und in Erinnerungen und Erzählungen und Orten, die alle nicht zueinander und zu Stimmung und Selbstwahrnehmung zu passen scheinen. Lidschlag, Rufe zur Abendmesse. Kinderlachen vor der Tür. Ruhelosigkeit und die manchmal ungekannte Schwere in der Kunst formlosen Nichtstun.
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Moving with the day, the weather, the hours. Books, notes, conversations and the approaching of a storm. Humid air, dense thoughts. Sunday in everything.
📷 southbound
#southbound #outerworld #smartphonephotography #coffee musings
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9am and on. The slowness of custom breakfast rituals that differ quite a bit from the local traditions. The fuzziness of plans. And the warmth already rolling in from the hills again. Blooming oleander, and a village that still seems mostly asleep.
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Sonntag und einmal erneut das Vage des Morgens: Fiel tatsächlich Regen, während der dunklen Stunden? Wann kehrte Schweigen auf die Terrassen und Balkone zurück? Wann wurden die Zigaretten kürzer und die Band da draußen müde? Viele Fragen, kaum Antworten. Aber es gibt wohl auch Wichtigeres. Insbesondere vor dem ersten Kaffee. Habt es mild heute.
#outerworld #southbound #early morning musings #waking to the day
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The differences in welcoming the night, depending on locations and people. Far past sundown, streets still crowded, as are the pubs and bars. The mountains crowned by clouds again, an invisible band playing tunes remotely familiar, and somewhere nearby heavy gates are opened, closed. The silence of the olive yards behind their ancient walls. Have calm dreams wherever you are.
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Etwas weiter dämmert der Abend. Monoton, beruhigend der Klang der Wellen im steinernen Packwerk. Ente, Möwe, Haubentaucher. Dazu Rotwein und das Ringen mit Vorurteilen und Fremdscham. Die Unverträglichkeit wohlhabender Touristen abseits des eigenen Habitats.
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A little later: The quietness of weekend afternoons. The slowdown after fast paces, the sensation of having done distances again without really feeling like moving at all. Break, a little too long to be comfortable. Never enough coffee.
#outerworld #southbound #where we are we are #afternoon deviations
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Close to 8am and clouds seemingly opening. The grey and the light, the sea and the silhouettes of the rocks. Heading on.
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Weathers went through, left some rain, tore some clouds apart, fled into the unknown reaches they seemed to come from. Pastel hours past sundown, old music from somewhere closely nearby, more voices, more chatter and the sudden insight into the day opening to the weekend so the hours seem even more valuable. Cheering the dreams here and there while they last. And taking a deep sip, waiting for new stars on ancient skies. Have a calm night wherever you are.
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8am and on. Silence in the shade of the hills. Still waking up to a new sun. Coffee is stronger out here. And the fruits are sweeter. Idle flow. Slightly detached from the days and feeling guilty for that, in most of the conscious moments.
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Much later, in fading dusk. Watching the stars and some still white clouds after sinking mind and soul in the ever-changing soft spectrum of sunset colours. Insects dancing through the streetlights, an airplane heading west. Somewhere a female voice is singing and makes one miss the ability to understand more language, yet again. Dreams have no sounds these nights. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
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Sprache, auch: Das gute Gefühl, sich irgendwie mit Händen und Füßen verständigen zu können. Und die peinliche Berührtheit, Landsleute zu treffen, die vorwiegend selbstbewusst und laut auftreten.
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(Schmale, holprige Steige, Dickicht, Olivenhaine. Vorsichtige Schritte durch unübersichtliches Gelände, wenig Karte, mäßig funktionierender Orientierungssinn. Schmetterlinge und Zikaden in den Bäumen, irgendwann hat man sich an den allgegenwärtigen Klang gewöhnt. Mittagshitze. Immer noch unterwegs.)
📷 southbound
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9am and on. Choosing clothes, shoes, routes. Resorting to familiar ways of exploring new territory: By feet.