It’s hard not to get lost in Venice. I would imagine that even those without an incredible talent for getting lost such I possess could easily lose their way in the labrynth of alleyways and squares and bridges and dead ends here. Some of the passageways, some even with shops and bars along them, are barely wider than I am.
Somehow, though, it’s also entirely easy to get unlost. You no sooner realize that you’ve all but completely lost track of where you are, consult the map, realize that you can’t find any of the recent street names anywhere on it, give up, and head once again in the direction you thought was right before realizing you were hopelessly lost, and suddenly, you find yourself at your intended destination.
It’s quite a nice change from the whole, finally realizing where you thing where that realization is accompanied by the dawning understanding that you’ve actually walked completely out of the city and now have several miles between you and a state of unlostedness.
This may be one of Venice’s charms, it’s surreal and yet simple navigability. There are lots of them, many of them almost bordering on not seeming quite real. There are no cars, so it just doesnt sound like a city. There are no main boulevards to speak of, other than those filled with water. You are constantly crossing bridges and making unexpected little turns. And, increasingly tonight as Carnevale is set to begin, you encounter people wearing long black cloaks, white masks, and tritipped hats.
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