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All I see is alarm clock numbers. Its 4 am all the way down, there’s no escape.
I enjoy these details so much, photos of sweeping bridges across Italian chasms of rock are fantastic, but a beautiful, supremely well-constructed paving brings me a comforting feeling. It's uneven gravel, blacktop and potholes here where I am.
I can see some numbers on the 7-segments pavement: 4, 8, 1, 5, 1, 6, 2, 3, 4, 2
I wonder how slippery that is when it rains.
Oh, completely lethal, just like Lisbon. But very beautiful.