FREYA CARTER
The city felt different on foot. Closer in some sense, Warmer in another. Less corporate for sure.
Rowan’s car dropped us near the old town, where cobblestone streets curved between stone buildings that looked centuries old. The air smelled faintly of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor, and church bells rang somewhere in the distance deep and resonant.
“This way,” I said, unable to hide my excitement.” I said as I navigate the route using the app on my mobile.
Rowan glanced at me. “You’ve mapped the route.”
“Of course I did.” while I was waiting for Rowan's call I made sure that I searched for best tourist spot near us.
A faint exhale through his nose , almost a laugh.
I had read about the churches here. Seen photographs online late at night when I couldn’t sleep.
