Venice. Oh Venice. The power of this city is amazing.
It surprises me every time with a new detail, a different view, the way light reflects on water and hides behind a building.
Another narrow street (our calle), a wine seller, the sight of a canale from the bridge.
Alive, beating, embracing. More than water and stones, every brick has its story.
I love that even after years of reading and walking, there are still tons of things I haven’t seen, museums I haven’t visited and God knows how many I won’t ever get to know about.
It fills me with joy, hope and makes me feel there is something amazing in my life. It could never disappoint me.
I love the way clothers are hung. Rio della Misericordia
It was December 2009. On a Saturday morning we decided (some guys met on aNobii, a social community about books, and I) to have a walk around Venice and, why not, get into a vaporetto and have lunch at Mazzorbo, an island of the lagoon.
I had fun, as usual, but it was kind of an adventure… the restaurant was cold and the snow would melt at the sun and instantly freeze. I risked breaking a leg every other step.
Though cold and windy, the view and experience itself was spectacular: even when it snows in Venice, it’s never so cold that it stays for long. My granpa told me about a frozen lagoon back in 1930s or the highest water ever registered in 1966, but they were just isolated phenomena. Usually the winter weather consists in fog, cold, rain and wind. 6 Months a year. I’m staying just because I love Venice too much not to live close to her. Take a look.
A snow-covered boat and some ice floating
A well-deserved hot chocolate at Locanda Cipriani
Finally a sunny weekend. Cold and windy, but sky was blue and not that usual shade of grey (the last two pictures seem different due to the camera settings; I used my mom’s and resets any other picture. Argh!). A walk in the closest park was mandatory 😉