We are used to see it there, long long, its blue-green surface rippled by the wind, surrounded by larch trees.
Alice Martinelli
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Psssttt! Hey! Can you hear me? Hello! Where does this voice come from? It's me, the museum!
I'm right here, in the corner, behind the roundabout. I have a discreet appearance, I have no flashy colors, but you should notice me: I am different from the houses that surround me, I stand out. I may seem a bit old-fashioned, perhaps, but I am a building with several years on its shoulders.