FRIDAY 6 AUGUST 2010
Voyage to Venice today. The sinking city looks like it's floating across the water, skimming along with doors that open to the sea. The sewage system was made for an older, less populated, less sinking time. After dropping off our meager gear at our hostel, having crossed shallow bridges and bulge-bellied window irons, our group ventured out in search of the San Marco church. On our way, we got caught in another drenching rain. Amy and I broke off to dash under cover of restaurant (delicious pumpkin soup and polite lost children) followed by an exploration of the nearby letter shop and vintage sales. I plan to go back to the letter shop for a seal and wax (for my copious amounts of snail mail....none). At the vintage shop, we got old Russian pins, the decals of which I need to investigate before donning. Along the way, cheap glass earrings were purchased - a wonderful pink and silver combo cube. I'm still waiting for an event to inspire the purchase of a classy hook-handled full size umbrella. Perhaps my plan is too romantic to work. I'll see. Back at the cafe just outside the door of our hostel, I shared a pleasant, slow chat with Amy over my cappuccino and her coffee (café). Umbrellas, dogs, people with tails, boyfriends. I could definitely enjoy more evenings like that: slow chat in the evening under a café umbrella while it drizzles on the street.
In the lobby of our hostel, a visitor played music on the charmingly awfully tuned and squeaking piano. One of the tunes was a song from one of my favorite romances. I felt virginal love in that moment, and the pull on my heartstrings lingers. Kinder hazelnut-filled chocolate is delicious. Blood orange juice is strange and lovely.
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