Granny's House 30-06-2002
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The picnics in the countryside were a party. We all went for a walk not very far away, because the countryside was always near, with a basket full of good things.
Grandpa and some friends used to busy themselves with the grilled sardines and the wine in the demijohns made of straw.
For us it was the great opportunity to explore unknown trees and eat sweets without anybody though that we were abusing.
Near darkness we returned by the same way, the men singing merrily and we asleep in somebody?s arms dreaming with colors and scents.