When I think back of last Saturday and Sunday I think of… bliss. I remember wandering through the wonderfully sunlit and quiet streets of Dorsoduro and San Polo on Saturday, where scaredy-cats that roam the main thoroughfares between San Marco and Rialto dont dare to set their feet for fear of… getting lost. I remember soaking up the sunlight, that had already lost its wintry bite, but had not yet become obnoxious and suffocating, and I remember finally feeling at peace after an incredibly long time. And on Sunday I had the most wonderful and serene adventure with a fellow lover of Venezia, an incredible lady who’s spirit and vitality amazes me to no end (you can read all about our beautiful day here). Those were my days of starlight…
Soundtrack: Poets of the Fall “Cradled in love” (click here to listen)
Grazie, bella.
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Grazie dal cuore a te!!!
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And I’m so glad you used that joyous picture.
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😀 That picture speaks volumes of that particular day and of all that week in general.
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