Before visiting Perugia, a small, rural town midst the Umbrian region, I spend one night in Milan, city of fashion, art and good Italian food. Though the city impressed me deeply, I didn’t get to take a lot of photos and enjoy it as much as I would have wanted to. Therefore, I won’t be publishing a Journal about my stay in Milan, however I am planning to come back as soon as possible and take the time it needs to write a Journal good enough to pay respect to this magical city.
Thursday, September 6th
Even though Italy may not seem like a big country, it took me quite a while to get from Milan to Perugia, where I arrived quite late in the afternoon. In order to attain the city’s heart and thus the aim of my trip, one has to take a ropeway from the main train station all the way up the small mountain it is located on. Since I had never been to Perugia before, this method remained unknown and new to me when I arrived, and even the navigational app I used seemed to be overwhelmed by the situation, or at least my goal to attain the city centre. Thankfully, a lady behind the counter of a small café located right at the train station had understood my struggle and was able to describe the way to me.
As I stepped out of the ropeway and made my way through a narrow alley into the city centre, the sky began to change colours. Despite the fact that the sun was only about to set in an hour or two, the whole city was now covered in a deep, purple colour, which took my heart by storm and forced my photographic mind to stop and embrace the moment. As soon as I had attained my hostel and set up my bed for the night, I walked outside again, only to realise, much to my chagrin, that nature’s play was already over. I therefore sat down on one of the steps in front of my hostel and began to read a book which I had found only a few minutes earlier. It didn’t take too long until somebody joined me to embrace the last sunrays on this Friday afternoon, Jimmy, who originally was from the US, came by and so we got into a smaller conversation, which Richard, who had been travelling for quite a long time by then and who still is now, joined as well.
Only a couple of hours later we met again after having had separated us to get ready for a night out, and which had been a spontaneous idea that emerged during the former described conversation. Therefore, we made our way through Perugia’s small alleys in which we already encountered lots of other young people who had had the same idea as us. Most of them, as I would later find out, were students from other European countries who were doing there Erasmus year in Perugia. Following the first bar where I got to taste Richard’s Martini, we went to another bar to join some local Italian karaoke, where we proudly sang along, very much to the pleasure of the local residents, only to have the night come to an end at Perugia’s market place located directly in the historical centre with a few dozens of other students.
Friday, September 7th
While it might seem as if I had only come to Perugia to join Europe’s Erasmus students at their weekly visits to its local bars, my stay had a purpose which I was going to pursue on this cloudy Saturday. A few weeks before starting my Interrail trip I had planned to visit some of the creative minds I’m following on Instagram in their hometown, one of them being Riccardo Verolo, second-generation tailor at Sartoria Camiceria Lemmi, a tailor shop which has been existing since 1948. Thus, we wrote a bit and decided to have a small shooting at his atelier in Perugia.
Making my way through Perugia’s streets, it once again occurred to me how beautiful and rural this town was. Riccardo’s tailor shop was located on a bigger street which, under unknown circumstances, I had missed at first but eventually arrived at. He greeted me with a warm handshake and a big uncanny smile on his face. He then led me through the shop, showed me some of his works and ended the small tour through Italian craftsmanship in his atelier he was working in. As he was working on a breast pocket at that time, we decided that it would be best if he would just continue working on it while I was taking some pictures.
After having shot some very natural and candid pictures of Riccardo for a couple of hours, our paths separated again, as he still had to see a client of his, and as I still had some fellow European students to meet at the market place. After all, it was a Friday and there were enough reasons to celebrate it.
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