"What place is this?" She asked, as we walked around the Verona Center, my hand tightly clasped against hers. Whatever she was brooding about was thankfully now replaced with that same fascination of the unknown.
"It's called Centro Storico," I replied, pulling her closer so that she doesn't gets lost in the crowd. She doesn't even have a phone on her. The idea wasn't appealing and I tightened my hand further, keeping her as close as I could. "And this is Verona Center. Have you ever heard of Romeo and Juliet?"
"Shakespeare," Amara answered, her eyes moving around as she took in the people, the shops and just about everything else with the curiosity of a small child.
"Correct. It was set here, in Verona in the thirteen hundreds or something," I replied. "It's a beautiful place filled
