May 16, 2018
Thursday Travels: Venice, Italy
I sat on a bench and drew in my sketchbook.
My annual weekends in Venice were nearly always in July. I came to celebrate Redentore Festival.
I was usually outside on the streets most of the day when I was in Venice. There is so much to see and enjoy. I didn’t want to miss a bit of it.
I enjoyed watching the city come to life each day.
There is a feeling you have in Venice that is different than any place I’ve ever visited. Elegance, history, and beauty surround you any time of day or night.
First, the street sweepers arrived before dawn.
They begin cleaning the streets of accumulations from the day and night before. Each morning the streets are renewed by a team of street sweepers. They work quickly and I love watching them. This morning ritual was like watching a lyrical dance on a stage.
Next, the people who live in the buildings that surround the campos arrive.
Some scurry off to work; others are opening their shops; some to church services; others, to sit quietly and talk toge. You have the feeling that this activity has not hcanged over the centuries – it is a ritual of awakening each day in such an historic place.
I always carried my sketchbook with me on my excursions.
I sketched; wrote poems; snapped photos.
This photo captures life in Venice, Italy.
PHOTO: The 2 Venetian women never saw me sitting nearby for they were absorbed in conversation.
This is their hood.
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