Who, at that time, was not looking for a place in the world? Who, today, does not feel that they have more or less found their rightful place? And when I think back to the most special days of my adolescence, don’t I think about this city? Isn’t this where I bought my first CD, or suffered the first pains of love? Isn’t it here that I discovered the various facets of the word “friendship”, that I learned about the sea and melancholy?

There have been summers in which I escaped from Monopoli, others instead that I wished would never end. Sometimes I went away smiling, other times the train took away my farewell tears. I loved this city, I hated it. I had a fight with it, I made peace with it, I was bored but also had fun like never before. I’ve tried cold sweats, hot tears, ice cold beers, warm waves. And every time I left, I brought with me something less irrational than a simple memory.

Here, where the roots of my family and of my own life swim, I still rediscover the pleasure of vacation, not travel, the only place where I allow these two words to coincide. In this series of pictures I tried, with my street photography, to capture the vibes of the summer that every year I spend in this city, through its daily life, its local people and its visitors, its colors. Monopoli is beautiful, a lot, and I really love it.