The air is moist, the stones sweat and the fog works its relentless changes on everything: tarnishing the gilded mosaics of the Basilica; shrouding buildings; decapitating campaniles; bleaching colour from the brickwork; drabbing down the marble; deepening the shadows in the narrow calli; obliterating every distant vista and turning the sky a universal, eye-tiring grey, occasionally smudged by the silhouette of a lone wheeling gull...
Photos: © Brian Sibley & David Weeks 2015
3 comments:
The pictures are superb, but your words are even better! (RGP)
Thanks, Richard. This was another paragraph for my Venice book project – that will never see the light of day... :)
Watch out for red anoraks.
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