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September 19, 2019

O Solo Mio

I was in a part of Oslo with lots of street art, taking a few snaps, when I hear Pavarotti singing Puccini’s Nessun Dorma!, loudly, on a car stereo, getting closer.

A woman pulls her car into a spot near where I was standing and she was JAMMING to it.

Then the song switches to Pavarotti’s ‘O Solo Mio. She rolled the windows up, cranked the volume up to eleven, laid her seat back, and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.

Guess what I’m listening to now, headphones up all the way, in my hotel room....

Author

Russell Viers

I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.

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