Polignano - a Poem on the Rocks

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A morning in the middle of summer carries the scents better than a hot day which gradually drowns them with its powerful breath. The smell of espresso. The smell of the wagon. The smell of the Mediterranean made of a braid of scents. Pine nuts. Pine needles. Dry redness. That morning we boarded the train to Polignano a Mare, a famous town near Bari. The joy of the meeting is largely in its anticipation. But the ride doesn't last long and after a…