Reflections of Venice 2016

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I first saw Venice at night. It was a chilly November eve and the city was shrouded in a silent, insulating fog. Sounds of water lapping on the canal walls echoed a melancholy that accompanies a late autumn mood in Italy. The summer sun had gone and with it the hoards of tourists; it seemed as if the life of the city was turning inward.┬áSaint Mark’s square was empty save for the last pigeons working overtime, and in the distance someone was playing violin. Continue reading “Reflections of Venice 2016”