Friday, August 24, 2012


This city is built like a boat. Quiet, creaky, leaning. Always, there is the sound of sea birds; of water, always water, lapping inexorably away at the city's soaked feet.

Ornamental lions suckle at the waterline, snouts green with the living tattoo of their labors.

The alleys, silent and sepulchral as a country dusk, give briefly way to sun-splashed courtyards before swallowing you up again.

This is a place that, in its seasonless, stony oubliettes, your thoughts will always find you.

Location:Fondamenta Nuove,Venice,Italy

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