La Gazette n. 39 - Venexiana
The smell of mildew in the streets in September overshadows the liquid and shifty light sliding away at sunset on a rainy day. Venice rejects adjectives and definitions. A beauty that stuns and leaves you bewildered, places where you need to get lost, to get carried away by dreams and forget. Venice is ours. We feel like new university students who come to college and undo their suitcases. We climb a rusty spiral staircase. Above is a sort of attic, but large enough, and a window: “Goodness! This is a Canaletto’s!” The Grand Canal lies just below us, the palaces, the steamers, gondolas, sprinkles of water: a ten century frenzy. Nothing else matters.