The instinct that has guided me these days of forced quarantine has pushed me to see the place where I live as I had never done.
I am very lucky to have a very small apartment in a 16th century building where nobody lives in this period. It is a summer home.
Being able to walk around the building I wanted to capture with my camera the static sensations and emotions that belong to the ancient history of this place in such a unique moment. The garden, the walls, the trees, my little terrace under the roof.
The only photo I took outside during my weekly shopping ,was the door of a baker who gives bread to the most needy people.
