The back streets of Naples. ‘Where do you go to my lovely, when you’re asleep in your bed, tell me the thoughts that surround you so I can get inside your head’. – words from the 60’s song I was humming whilst doing this quick sketch in soft pastels.   I played it on Youtube later, what a great song.

The smiling heads of the sunflowers lead me along the path, past the farmhouse to the most stunningly beautiful view below, the shimmering sea,
pointy trees, warm gentle breeze…….pure bliss.

Le teste sorridenti dei girasoli mi guidano lungo il sentiero, oltre la fattoria, verso la vista più straordinaria sotto, il mare scintillante,
alberi appuntiti, calda brezza leggera ……. pura felicità.