tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23748854089022181012024-02-06T19:02:11.535-08:00Ingresso IndipendenteGli annunci delle agenzie immobiliari fiorentine sono pieni di offerte di mono e bilocali forniti di un "ingresso indipendente". Dietro a questa "rivendicazione di autonomia domiciliare" quasi sempre si nascondono fondi commerciali trasformati in abitazioni.
Questo piccolo blog da flâneur racconta per immagini una lunga passeggiata attraverso Firenze e i suoi discutibili cambiamenti. Ad altezza di marciapiede.Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-75157771267578358042012-07-02T12:04:00.002-07:002012-07-02T12:07:49.363-07:0073. Dalmazia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-90760166518159681992012-06-30T02:24:00.001-07:002012-07-02T12:00:49.175-07:0072. Poggetto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-18035528710196510452012-05-27T14:18:00.002-07:002012-06-30T02:20:25.283-07:0071. Ognissanti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-42463561928235210632012-05-17T04:37:00.001-07:002012-05-17T04:37:39.728-07:0070. La città mi ha accolto con indifferenzaSono tornato alla città<br />
dove fui bambino e ragazzo<br />
e un vecchio di trent’anni.<br />
La città mi ha accolto con indifferenza,<br />
i megafoni delle sue vie mormoravano:<br />
non vedi che il fuoco brucia ancora?<br />
non odi il ruggito delle fiamme?<br />
Vattene.<br />
Cerca in un altro posto.<br />
Cerca<br />
Cerca la tua vera patria.<br />
<br />
Adam Zagajewsk,<span style="font-style: italic;"> Cerca</span>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-27348685438656920962012-05-15T06:14:00.001-07:002012-05-15T06:14:58.330-07:0069. Sodo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-14321168109320594982012-04-23T11:37:00.001-07:002012-05-15T06:13:16.943-07:0068. Oltrarno<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-2660990048502100932012-04-07T20:00:00.000-07:002012-04-07T14:34:01.682-07:0067. In un giardino triste della città convulsaSei comparsa al portone <br />In un vestito rosso <br />Per dirmi che sei fuoco <br />Che consuma e riaccende<br /><br />Una spina mi ha punto <br />Delle tue rose rosse <br />Perché succhiassi al dito<br /> Come già tuo, il mio sangue<br /><br />Percorremmo la strada <br />Che faceva il rigoglio <br />Della selvaggia altura, <br />Ma già da molto tempo <br />Sapevo che soffrendo con temeraria fede, <br />L’età per vincere non conta.<br /><br />Era di lunedì, <br />per stringerci le mani <br />E parlare felici <br />Non si trovò rifugio <br />Che in un giardino triste<br /> Della città convulsa.<br /><br />Giuseppe Ungaretti, <span style="font-style: italic;">12 Settembre 1966</span>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-69246117839201865272012-01-25T06:11:00.000-08:002012-01-25T06:11:01.011-08:0066. Una città continuata e un giardinoLa Toscana è tuttaquanta una città continuata, e un giardino; il popolo naturalmente gentile; il cielo sereno; e l’aria piena di vita e di salute. Ma l’amico tuo non trova requie: spero sempre - domani, nel paese vicino - e il domani viene, ed eccomi di città in città, e mi pesa sempre più questo stato di esilio e di solitudine.<br /><br />Ugo Foscolo, <span style="font-style: italic;">Ultime lettere di Jacopo Ortis</span>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-38199669815430251332012-01-23T12:16:00.000-08:002012-01-23T12:17:56.042-08:0065. Redi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18xQOuuZOEAv-Nu9bbcibYfyxjhMg_yc_q8LxijM-lK7EeEdXfQBSqwOyWU4KVXdrl1gTdBMJpH8MEAtVVlWV0gYf5ujIgB1QlumhX3J-yLLD6twISCJnXz8C-LU_BMQtdQXOVTKrQEI/s1600/Redi.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18xQOuuZOEAv-Nu9bbcibYfyxjhMg_yc_q8LxijM-lK7EeEdXfQBSqwOyWU4KVXdrl1gTdBMJpH8MEAtVVlWV0gYf5ujIgB1QlumhX3J-yLLD6twISCJnXz8C-LU_BMQtdQXOVTKrQEI/s320/Redi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700924242338426274" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-25499027586680401142011-12-27T14:38:00.000-08:002011-12-27T14:38:00.113-08:0064. Una cosa tutta da imparare<p>Non sapersi orientare in una città non vuol dire molto. Ma smarrirsi in una città come ci si smarrisce in una foresta è una cosa tutta da imparare. I nomi delle strade devono suonare, allora, all’orecchio dell’errabondo come lo scricchioli dei rami secchi, e le viuzze interne gli devono scandire senza incertezze, come le gole montane, le ore del giorno. Tardi ho appreso quest’arte; essa ha coronato il sogno, i primi segni del quale furono i labirinti che arabescavano le carte assorbenti dei miei quaderni.</p> <p>Walter Benjami<span style="font-style: italic;">n, Infanzia berlinese intorno al 900</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Liberation Sans',sans-serif;font-size:16px;" ><br /></span></p>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-7388356756829298692011-12-25T09:40:00.000-08:002011-12-25T09:42:26.874-08:0063. Novoli<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7wX7kOhZojVF78KydzwOfe1P4MYAA4OFoTd6kvZhMWIPegNnuCY-e2dbH-Fu0O3uMfEQiZGi6bTi3BqM03cG5SgyoWu7DPJi53SNtRw7u6DJTLPp4DypzjgZp20eo3YaWDg8acVCTf8/s1600/Immagine+002.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7wX7kOhZojVF78KydzwOfe1P4MYAA4OFoTd6kvZhMWIPegNnuCY-e2dbH-Fu0O3uMfEQiZGi6bTi3BqM03cG5SgyoWu7DPJi53SNtRw7u6DJTLPp4DypzjgZp20eo3YaWDg8acVCTf8/s320/Immagine+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690122731148678738" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-62556328504599289602011-12-13T08:44:00.000-08:002011-12-13T08:44:00.510-08:0062. Guardando almeno un po' dell'amata cittàComunque non poteva durare a lungo. L'esperienza <br />degli anni me lo insegna. Ma troppo presto però <br />intervenne a porvi fine il Destino. <br />Fu breve quella bella vita. <br />Ma come furono intensi i profumi, <br />e in quale straordinario letto giacemmo, <br />e a quale piacere concedemmo i corpi.<br />Una risonanza di quei giorni di piacere, <br />una risonanza di quei giorni mi raggiunse, <br />qualcosa del fuoco della giovinezza di noi due: <br />ripresi in una lettera, <br />e più volte la rilessi finché mancò la luce.<br />Poi malinconicamente uscii sul balcone - <br />uscii per mutare i pensieri, guardando almeno<br /> un po' dell'amata città, <br />un po' di movimento nella strada e nei negozi.<br /><br />1917<br /><br />Konstantinos Kavafis, <span style="font-style: italic;">Di sera</span>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-15482705278523158152011-12-11T04:46:00.000-08:002011-12-11T04:48:11.620-08:0061. Redi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIR0wKPRrZnhcTqS9re1Xk3I_keXyxTbUxs1ywU6_J3579BkxexpVGHIxRHvVn195WeefFhl3_p5wL3r-xSF9EZxpRHMoqU3ue1reLBo-gYS4jpictRS72RH9BRPYMpBxF4br2yI6U6A/s1600/Immagine+006.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIR0wKPRrZnhcTqS9re1Xk3I_keXyxTbUxs1ywU6_J3579BkxexpVGHIxRHvVn195WeefFhl3_p5wL3r-xSF9EZxpRHMoqU3ue1reLBo-gYS4jpictRS72RH9BRPYMpBxF4br2yI6U6A/s320/Immagine+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684851644138099426" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-21434689901395618242011-11-16T08:00:00.000-08:002011-11-16T08:00:06.695-08:0060. Rifredi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO71mkBDAE6Cvu1TY7AUu64UDZUTjC18nab6d4T1HW_oRrgbDelb5-2EPtJPo7xtrirESuX826wcy8IBpfCGYsN3l3ObLlW6bXBY2pl5gLqUJ_4ZSETqVTOOx3S5nA1C1OodS9p174h2Y/s1600/Immagine+004.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO71mkBDAE6Cvu1TY7AUu64UDZUTjC18nab6d4T1HW_oRrgbDelb5-2EPtJPo7xtrirESuX826wcy8IBpfCGYsN3l3ObLlW6bXBY2pl5gLqUJ_4ZSETqVTOOx3S5nA1C1OodS9p174h2Y/s320/Immagine+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674159531128833074" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-39303091903970221302011-11-14T04:31:00.000-08:002011-11-14T04:31:00.747-08:0059. Da solo<span class="style619"><span class="style376"><span class="style619"><p class="style627">Esistono certi posti così nella città, tanto stupidamente brutti che ci stai quasi sempre da solo.</p> </span> <p class="style622"> <strong style="font-weight: normal;">Louis-Ferdinand Céline<span class="style605">,</span></strong><span class="style605"> <em>Viaggio al termine della notte</em></span></p></span></span>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-49182604650706349812011-11-12T09:10:00.001-08:002011-11-12T09:11:51.825-08:0058. Rifredi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicg5LuildCPu_nlKi3oY068xCe9-3yKqPmX9TyQ_zq71qj5XmbyBspyyIwte705HlnlirFomHCfjAJhJwWG9kF9CPiQ7fV6nT2hTDFVThJb7rDKbv-fBntV-uAE90fvSZXIA_6OhojC-c/s1600/Immagine+003.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicg5LuildCPu_nlKi3oY068xCe9-3yKqPmX9TyQ_zq71qj5XmbyBspyyIwte705HlnlirFomHCfjAJhJwWG9kF9CPiQ7fV6nT2hTDFVThJb7rDKbv-fBntV-uAE90fvSZXIA_6OhojC-c/s320/Immagine+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674158127070411074" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-52928288465521503792011-11-06T05:06:00.000-08:002011-11-06T05:06:00.400-08:0057. La grande città, l'unico deserto alla portata dei nostri mezziHai tante cose dentro di te e la più nobile di tutte, il senso della felicità.<br />Ma non aspettarti la vita da un uomo.<br />Per questo tante donne s'ingannano.<br />Aspettala da te stessa.<br />Non sarai mai felice se continui a cercare in che cosa consista la felicità.<br />Non vivrai mai se stai cercando il significato della vita.<br />Come rimedio alla vita di società suggerirei la grande città.<br />Ai giorni nostri, è l'unico deserto alla portata dei nostri mezzi.<br />Non conosco che un solo dovere: quello di amare.<br />Nel bel mezzo dell'inverno ho infine imparato che vi era in me un'invincibile estate.<br /><br /><i>Albert Camus</i>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-86909468571668097882011-11-04T13:01:00.000-07:002011-11-04T13:02:44.595-07:0056. Gavinana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_lJebiVqPpgfcAnF5EO5l4LNL2btm8tHlR535-TgAniynPHmwnWSNJsvLjrezEHPckgXy8WJrHUX7CLjZkQ1UbnMQfWkZO0x0d6s4q3eWN35SuxPO_aBVupw7OjRqovWuw8jy_9gPck/s1600/Immagine+002.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_lJebiVqPpgfcAnF5EO5l4LNL2btm8tHlR535-TgAniynPHmwnWSNJsvLjrezEHPckgXy8WJrHUX7CLjZkQ1UbnMQfWkZO0x0d6s4q3eWN35SuxPO_aBVupw7OjRqovWuw8jy_9gPck/s320/Immagine+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671233508800281378" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-1995574208109590202011-09-13T04:30:00.000-07:002011-10-08T12:40:55.600-07:0055. Una testa, delle spalle e dei piedi<span class="style376"><span class="style619"><p class="style627">Una città è come un animale. Possiede un sistema nervoso, una testa, delle spalle e dei piedi. Ogni città differisce da tutte le altre: non ce ne sono due uguali.</p> <p class="style627"><strong style="font-weight: normal;">John Steinbeck</strong>, <em>La perla</em></p></span></span>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-77861757017476996402011-09-13T04:19:00.000-07:002011-09-13T04:24:58.004-07:0054. Strada/Esperienza... è ancora una vera <em>strada</em>, non una via funzionale di comunicazione, un qualcosa come un'<em>esperienza </em>complessa.<span style="font-variant: small-caps;"><br /><br /></span>Roland Barthes,<span style="font-variant: small-caps;"> </span><em>Incidenti: La luce del Sud-Ovest</em>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-55460790309742090482011-07-23T00:52:00.000-07:002011-07-23T00:59:13.580-07:0053. Estate in San Jacopino<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIIoNRlmLx81CvD0BW4QGWA4a1mTQ2rmK_J21SKyu-2xXDISPG4Js1PaNbLZ-K51hMr1dbGnyI4WYdBtVtyLUUwFvJ0X8m-kkGt1NeaLOoX-hOftrQhj4Bmc_9dg0vf6BW78shsgyxo4/s1600/Estate+in+San+Jacopino.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIIoNRlmLx81CvD0BW4QGWA4a1mTQ2rmK_J21SKyu-2xXDISPG4Js1PaNbLZ-K51hMr1dbGnyI4WYdBtVtyLUUwFvJ0X8m-kkGt1NeaLOoX-hOftrQhj4Bmc_9dg0vf6BW78shsgyxo4/s320/Estate+in+San+Jacopino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632454198278149202" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-22121782021242245972011-05-23T03:07:00.000-07:002011-05-23T03:07:00.552-07:0052. Novoli<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4q8JctgJGXRltZ0SRpNa19VQ48OMtuqdUY4ManT3c-KXTjRey6FnL97fC9etCSAk4YReFF6QhINe3NM9so1ysW46NT3tWAX5EW4_vDblw-HUT__uDnUZSkKVb0P4NbK5plmZvnIDZa58/s1600/Novoli+con+macchina.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4q8JctgJGXRltZ0SRpNa19VQ48OMtuqdUY4ManT3c-KXTjRey6FnL97fC9etCSAk4YReFF6QhINe3NM9so1ysW46NT3tWAX5EW4_vDblw-HUT__uDnUZSkKVb0P4NbK5plmZvnIDZa58/s320/Novoli+con+macchina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605769169891648082" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-27708161574574017672011-05-20T07:11:00.000-07:002011-05-20T07:11:00.901-07:0051. San Jacopino<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjLFmpm2k8RMrXRYyJcTKLgi3LGBvcqix6_2OjW_4qjYix4IaM4ilng1_-SbgGedBJzIJwWjpyA3ZgcJvSWAW6MrZlByb54B9dQuLDaYYLYyNDlXR8xYthoO2NpvohZnBuuUU-sREppc/s1600/San+Jacopino.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjLFmpm2k8RMrXRYyJcTKLgi3LGBvcqix6_2OjW_4qjYix4IaM4ilng1_-SbgGedBJzIJwWjpyA3ZgcJvSWAW6MrZlByb54B9dQuLDaYYLYyNDlXR8xYthoO2NpvohZnBuuUU-sREppc/s320/San+Jacopino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604347755843597378" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-69046173997297377182011-05-18T07:10:00.000-07:002011-05-18T07:10:00.835-07:0050. Porta al Prato<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImva8tMTJQPNaIq8ixB9HEO_p4g0ofUKjI-30lAIFRZxhW2hKhyphenhyphensmp4BmXfUzVlGxfIRL6aCXqSqp2M09xBsyIekw8w-FW3si4G8-PjA6JYGff3thJGBNWmeFBRIXyi83XhTbaoRe37Q/s1600/Porta+al+Prato.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImva8tMTJQPNaIq8ixB9HEO_p4g0ofUKjI-30lAIFRZxhW2hKhyphenhyphensmp4BmXfUzVlGxfIRL6aCXqSqp2M09xBsyIekw8w-FW3si4G8-PjA6JYGff3thJGBNWmeFBRIXyi83XhTbaoRe37Q/s320/Porta+al+Prato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604347505131576610" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374885408902218101.post-91811201512130172022011-05-16T06:48:00.000-07:002011-05-16T06:48:00.401-07:0049. San Jacopino<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDG2KcRLtYwmZ3xM6yD2c6RsSy3lDxYJHmz1bgnviGg6R74tqvmtjTlitw9dCNtscboirdXhxq5lkdscukZQOLbmEIyfNYe0a8L24JpCnjlVDhw2WxYVzSjOq6fForfPfhZ9_xKy9MJE0/s1600/San+Jacopino+verde.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDG2KcRLtYwmZ3xM6yD2c6RsSy3lDxYJHmz1bgnviGg6R74tqvmtjTlitw9dCNtscboirdXhxq5lkdscukZQOLbmEIyfNYe0a8L24JpCnjlVDhw2WxYVzSjOq6fForfPfhZ9_xKy9MJE0/s320/San+Jacopino+verde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604341981556959362" border="0" /></a>Ingresso Indipendentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02542009527215910241noreply@blogger.com0