This is the old, quiet, literary "closest to heaven" town - Rye (Rai) town Some exquisite small shops in the tavern are full of old acquaintances Rye (Rai) in October A little cold wrapped windbreaker walking through the cobbled alleys No one speaks quietly It feels good There are singing couples in the square with a happy light in their eyes. The guitar sound echoes in the town and passers-by sing in love. This moment I really want to slow down and slow down.