entering venezia

{my posts will no longer be in chronological order. yes, i still owe photos and stories from paris, much less vienna & the austrian countryside. but all in good time.}

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driving into venice was magical. the blue of the sky looked as though it had been washed too many times and now faded, was left to dry stretched taut across the horizons, the sun shining through the weakening fabric.

but once we entered the city proper, navigating the overpriced parking garage and orienting ourselves in relation to the train station i would need later, the thing that pressed up against my senses the most was the colors of the city. after the beige stones of paris and vienna, and even the white farmhouses of countryside austria, the colors were there for the taking. the wear and tear of centuries only adding a grace and patina to the saturated facades.