I thanked her and set out into the city once again, this time with a destination in mind. The Piazza del Popolo was a bustling square, filled with street performers and vendors selling everything from souvenirs to handmade jewelry. I wandered through the crowds, scanning the faces for any sign of Marco.
I started my search in the city’s oldest neighborhood, a maze of narrow streets and ancient buildings that seemed to lean in on each other. The air was thick with the smells of food and smoke, and the sound of laughter and music drifted through the air. I wandered the streets, taking in the sights and sounds, trying to get a feel for the place. Searching for- Marco in-
But one thing was certain: I had to find him. I thanked her and set out into the
He smiled, and beckoned me over. “Welcome,” he said. “I’ve been expecting you.” I started my search in the city’s oldest
“I’m looking for Marco,” I said, feeling a surge of excitement.
