Faces Between Walls

In narrow streets, the city reveals its true portraits not of places, but of people who quietly belong to them.

Amid the noise of grown-ups, he pauses — small hands clutching a pastry, eyes searching for something simpler than words.
A quiet confidence framed in old ironwork — she stands between the past and present, unaware she’s become part of the city’s texture.
Morning light drifts across peeling paint and memory. He sits still, as if guarding the rhythm of another time.
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