Braid

In the back alleys and winding streets of Florence, sits a little piazza known as Santo Spirito. During my stay, I would frequent the place in the evening, when it would be overrun by young locals out to enjoy some wine, hash, and friends. During my last night there, this man showed up with his flaming staff, and began to dance for us. Not for profit, not for work, just to put on a show.