A stroll through Llucmajor’s street market,
where fruit glows under worn-out awnings, antiques whisper forgotten stories,
and dogs and vendors share the same slow rhythm.
Here, sunlight feels recycled — bouncing off old frames, tin signs, secondhand treasures — casting everything in a glow that’s both fleeting and eternal.
where fruit glows under worn-out awnings, antiques whisper forgotten stories,
and dogs and vendors share the same slow rhythm.
Here, sunlight feels recycled — bouncing off old frames, tin signs, secondhand treasures — casting everything in a glow that’s both fleeting and eternal.
