Ah, Venice, II
Last year around this time, Paulette wrote beautifully about her trip to Venice. I got back from Venice last night and I’m not even going to try to match Paulette’s eloquence. Plus, in an unusual state of affairs, I find myself at a loss for words. Instead, I’ll post a link to my Flickr photos. Oh, I will say this: I am a feet on the ground kind of person. I’m not dispassionate, but I’m so not a crier. But when we headed out on the Grand Canal and I laid eyes on Venice for the first time, I got weepy. I was overcome by how beautiful it is.
My tombstone will read, “It’s okay, I saw Venice.”
