One of the best parts of wandering around a place like Soave, Verona, Italy, is that there seems to be no end of winding side streets and partially hidden walkways, as well as a few paths lost to rubble and time. This particular one was certainly in fine shape, the stone slippery from hundreds of years of foot travel and slightly overgrown but in the most intentional way. 

Larger version here: Shade from the Midday Sun