Venice reminds me of Varanasi. One of those very special places. I'm finding it almost impossible to get back to the same spot twice, but am happy to wander into dead ends. The city is so intimate, little windows and doors, brass knockers and buzzers all chittering and chattering to each other. Always the lovely sea breeze. Being by the water supping beer is an absolute treasure. And then there's the art thing going on.
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