venice

It was January in Venice. The time when the city belongs to locals and tourists are just an addition. When the summer enclose it goes otherwise. I didn’t experience rain either fog like in the descriptions of Brodsky. It’s chilly but sunny. I’m losing a sense of direction all the time and getting lost. I like this museum alike scenography cut with canals and super narrow streets. Still, I feel the strongest connection with Peggy Guggenheim’s palace.