And then there was the mid-morning transformation when crowds of tourists materialized (no doubt from caravans of buses) and the streets turned into something out of Disneyland. That's about the time I left.
The advantage for a photographer getting there early was I could freely wander around using my tripod to compensate for the long exposures necessitated by the shadowy streets without worrying about tripping someone from Japan or Germany or America. Plus, I was able to get shots of the locals going about their business, making the pictures feel a little more authentic.
So here is my take on Sienna, shot over the course of about four hours.
|One of the gates into the city. A few centuries ago, this was no doubt guarded.|
|Side street. Well, actually, most of the streets are like this.|
|A resident on her way to work (I'm guessing on both points).|
|The Duomo, one of the city's main attractions. Early in the morning before it opens the plaza in front was mostly empty.|
|Detail from above the Duomo's entrance. The entire church is covered with this kind of stuff.|
|Nun walking away from the Duomo.|
|A man having a morning smoke and stroll past the Duomo.|
|Priest in a hurry, the Duomo.|
|Early bird tourists. Very convenient how they stood in the shaft of light for me.|
|Motorcyclist on a side street. I suppose this might qualify as a residential area.|
|There was a fair amount of graffiti in Sienna as if it's tolerated.|
|Hat stand in a restaurant outside of the Piazza del Campo.|
|Woman making her way (slowly) to the Piazza del Campo.|
|Yours truly at the Piazza del Campo. My kind of selfie.|
|Two men deep in conversation, the Piazza del Campo.|
|Not sure what kind of animal this is, but you can't beat the contrast between the bright color and the gray surroundings.|
|Feather on a street.|
|News stand. If I'm reading the headline correctly, it says that the Pope is ill with a tumor but the doctors say it's curable. For some reason, this was the only place I ever heard of the supposed sickness.|
|Man carrying what I believe is a sack of concrete. I liked the shot because it had the feeling of something that happens every day there and has been going on for centuries.|
|Café tables adjusted for the street's steep slope.|
I'm a sucker for pictures of hanging laundry.
|I'm also a sucker for long stairways.|
|Someone on his way to something and probably a local.|