In Barga

I was again looking through our old travel diaries and found this very quick sketch from our trip to Umbria with friends nearly thirty years ago. We had walked up a spiralling street in Barga and stopped for coffee and ice cream in the square at the top of the little town. 
It’s amazing how a sketch can conjure up so many memories, like Proust’s madeleine. A blip can do the same thing, of course. But maybe a sketch does it even better.