I'm in Venice right now for a month, except I'm 23, far less independent and being paid (poorly). This paragraph really resonated with me: "Venice was terribly lonely, like midnight painted over, a dead empire sinking in wet stones. It belonged not to any of us but to the wrinkled brown grandmothers who had pushed carts over cobblestone for the last half-century. It was a sinking city, as scary as it was beautiful, romantic only because it made you cling to your visions in order to keep from feeling lost." Beautiful stuff.
On Venice on Silence And Three Euro a Day
I'm in Venice right now for a month, except I'm 23, far less independent and being paid (poorly). This paragraph really resonated with me: "Venice was terribly lonely, like midnight painted over, a dead empire sinking in wet stones. It belonged not to any of us but to the wrinkled brown grandmothers who had pushed carts over cobblestone for the last half-century. It was a sinking city, as scary as it was beautiful, romantic only because it made you cling to your visions in order to keep from feeling lost." Beautiful stuff.