Gran cabalgata
A long line of riders, dust rising under steady hooves, and the smell of sweat, leather, and sun. The Gran Cabalgata isn’t loud. It’s steady, proud, and deeply rooted. This is how I saw it.
A long line of riders, dust rising under steady hooves, and the smell of sweat, leather, and sun. The Gran Cabalgata isn’t loud. It’s steady, proud, and deeply rooted. This is how I saw it.