A couple weeks ago I wrote about my desire to travel, particularly to Paris. While that still holds true, and probably will until I actually live there, my traveling mind has recently taken me to the coast of the Italian Riviera to a little village called Cinqueterre.
Apparently I went to Cinqueterre with my Dad when I was much younger, but unfortunately I have about zero recollection of ever being there. I don’t need to say much regarding its beauty, I think the photos speak for themselves. Between the brightly colored buildings to the rustic architecture to it resting right along the coast, nothing is quite as picturesque as this quaint town. I love that it lacks any type of modern development – much like Venice, Italy it is only reachable by train or boat. While I can’t imagine living there for years upon years, it is the perfect type village that I would love to escape to for an entire summer.
photos via tumblr & flickr