three windows and an evening view

The window of the room where I was working this morning;

the view from my bedroom window;

one of Casa Guidi's windows - in other words, looking out from Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning's flat - though in fact EBB wrote the poem about what she saw from an apartment upstairs, which didn't face this wall (and yes! there was a copy of my edition of Flush in the bookshelf.  The portraits there made it very clear that EBB, RB and their son Pen all had hair that mimicked spaniel ears, presumably in homage.

And this was the walk back from the bus stop this evening.