It took a while, but I finally made it back to Venice, La Serenissima, my favorite city. This picture of San Marco was taken before the place was truly mobbed in the afternoon.
The view from the living room window of our apartment is quite peaceful. It’s in a 17th century palace, seeminly on another planet from the tourist hubs of the city. Well, everyone wants to see the same things, and who can blame them?
The small plaza, or campo, outside the palace is adorned with this nose piece from a shell that lodged in the wall when the uprisings of 1848 were being put down. At that time, before Italy was a unified and independent country, this territory was ruled by the Austrian Empire. The inscription below the shell piece is a quotation from Gabrielle D’Annunzio, the proto-fascist adventurer-poet, denouncing the odious barbarians, the Austrians. He later engaged in a famous venture to ‘liberate’ another small city from the barbarians after WWI, an inspiration to Mussolini for his March on Rome.
Seaweed glistening in the sun, thick and green, a sign of health. The canal waters seem cleaner than I remember from my last visit.