It must have something to do with getting older.
I am walking these streets with this complacent smile on my face, thinking: "Oh, how nice going back to a know place, a place enjoyed already some time ago, a place whose streets and shops feel vaguely familiar and at the same time, not quite so".
And memories come back all the way.
Memories of climbing the Bastion or walking along the beach with an already very ill but stubbornly fighting mum. Or memories of sweating all the way to the faculty building on a hot July day to talk for four full hours about competition law. And memories of that good restaurant close to the Tower of the Elephant which I discovered, by chance, with my friends.
Good, let's try to find again that great restaurant.
As tradition has it, as in the Old City in Jerusalem, as every time I go back to a place I think I know, once again I turn right instead of left when I am just few metres away and end up going in circles for an hour. Typical, no surprises here. Surprise was that "my" restaurant did not have on the menu that wonderful fish tartare any longer.
But a few new things added to my rucksack: fregola and Cannonau wine at restaurant Sa Piola, coffee at one of the terraces in Via Savoia, elevator up to the Bastion.
Yes, I am still here and already looking forward to the next teaching invitation.
And so one day the destination was orderly, clean, cute Treviso. 
