The recurring thoughts that come when you visit the iconic buildings, and tread the ancient streets and courtyards of Europe, especially in the early hours is …. How many have stood and walked here …. what events have taken place on this worn cobbled road …. whose hopes and dreams were fulfilled or broken by following the winding pathway ahead.
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
Inspired by WordPress Photo Challenge … Beneath your Feet