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MYSTERIOUS VENICE
Who would have though Venice could be so mysterious ? I'd seen it in the summer heat, in the sunny springtime or on a cold, luminous winter's day during Carnival. But here, in the November mist, right before aqua alta. I was there with my daughter for a weekend at the end of the Biennale. We wandered the streets to discover art exhibits and installations at the far ends of lost alleyways ...
And in the morning, walking around at sunrise with no one on the streets, I heard the echo of my footsteps in the piazzas. Magic ! |
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