Every City Has a Heart

Her feet move her forward through another unknown land – though, this one carries the same familiarity of most, with a city square (or centro or plaza or piazza) at its heart, a place for locals to gather.

She sits and watches the people pass her by. Sometimes the clothing is different, more colorful or dark black; sometimes they saunter by leisurely, friendly, and other times they keep their eyes on their feet.

It all depends on where she ends up.

But she knows one thing: sitting in a café, having a conversation with the person behind the counter, is the only travel guide she needs.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Happy Wanderer.”