As the seasons changed though I grew to love the erie, fog filled, canals of such a ornate and wordly place. If we were to travel back in time to another planet Venice would be that ancient planet of the past. Crowds have calmed down, the quarters are more mysterious. You find yourself eavesdropping through the windows of back alleys onto chefs smoking a cigarette over the days catch or an old couple watching Italia Uno over a coffee in there kitchen. It feels very personal and absolutely true. A visit through the Jewish quarter while preparing for sabbeth seems like a gem of a moment. The evenings are returned to the community and to not be outside enjoying the evening would be a great thing missed.
