| cathy |
Jul 26th, 2002 09:27 PM |
We were in Italy in June, and visited Venice for the first time. I loved it, and now that we are home, I find myself thinking about it a lot. It is like nowhere else I have ever seen, and impossible to describe. A place where the cars are boats, the city buses are boats, the garbage trucks are boats. Or you walk. We walked from our hotel near the train station to San Marco's Square, and all around everyday. I think the term "getting lost" is a metaphor for wandering and exploring. One night when we were returning to our hotel we were on a little side street on a bridge over a canal when we heard beautiful Vivaldi music. It turned out there was a concert in the building next to us, so we just stood there on that bridge watching the gondolas slide silently by, and listening to "The Four Seasons". It was so magical; we will never forget it.
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