Venice, you hollow shadow of a once beautiful city, you who once housed the mad, the lonely, the drunk, the roused at dawn, the soldiers, the sailors, the sinners...
What a nice summary! Back when we were doing Air BnB (2016-2020), we hosted a gay couple from Venice waiting for their first child by surrogate. Very creative and educated, it was a wonderful month of chats about children(I'm former PICU/NICU RN), nature, art, food, and sprinkled with political evaluations. Fond memories indeed.
Thank you for describing what makes life worthy and interesting to live.
Casanova's "Histoire de Ma Vie" is a love letter to Venice. He wrote it in exile in Bohemia, and was only a decade or so behind in his reminiscence before death stilled his quill. I finished it for him two centuries later in my book "Casanova in Bohemia" (2002) Venice was still an aging courtesan. Two decades later now, the tourist lice that fed on her charms seem to have killed her (again).
What a nice summary! Back when we were doing Air BnB (2016-2020), we hosted a gay couple from Venice waiting for their first child by surrogate. Very creative and educated, it was a wonderful month of chats about children(I'm former PICU/NICU RN), nature, art, food, and sprinkled with political evaluations. Fond memories indeed.
Thank you for describing what makes life worthy and interesting to live.
Casanova's "Histoire de Ma Vie" is a love letter to Venice. He wrote it in exile in Bohemia, and was only a decade or so behind in his reminiscence before death stilled his quill. I finished it for him two centuries later in my book "Casanova in Bohemia" (2002) Venice was still an aging courtesan. Two decades later now, the tourist lice that fed on her charms seem to have killed her (again).