Pescara, a town in the center-south of italy, overlooking the Adriatic Sea, is my second home. My mother was from here. Her family was large, so I have many relatives here. I used to came every year for summer holydays, until I was 16. I stopped when I was old enough to leave parents and go on vacation with my friends. Actually, I didn't love this city, I didn't like the marine environment of the Adriatic sea, flat coast, seawater very rarely clean, crowded beaches. In the next about 50 years, I have come back only a few times, for very short periods, not in summer and not for vacation, but just to visit one of my cousins. I was there on last november. It was a rainy sunday morning and I found myself alone, walking the few kilometres beach from the center of the town to the place where my cousin lives. This is a short selection of the pictures I shot that morning.