Last night, my dear friend D showed me the canals of Venice. Despite having visited them a thousand years ago in Italy, I had not done so for the fourteen years I've lived in Los Angeles. It was quiet and pretty, a tad shabby but utterly charming -- not unlike Venice in some ways and profoundly unlike Venice in most -- but I declared that if I couldn't ever live there, I would have to visit a lover there before I died, and hopefully he'd take me out in the yellow gondola.
My husband and son are there now! He is on a trip to visit relatives and decided he needed to leave the little village and start touring around and this was not part of the original plan. :).
ReplyDeleteI live very near there and when I go I too feel very far away. Beautiful pictures! S Jo
ReplyDeleteOh, I remember visiting there when I lived nearby. It was so sweet and like another world from the cars and the people all buzzing about - peaceful there.
ReplyDeleteThanks for that nostalgic little trip!
That sounds perfectly reasonable to me, dear.
ReplyDeletebeautiful! there is a similar experience to be had in Capitola, CA, with small beach houses hugging the river as it flows to the Monterey Bay. Each year that have a boat parade, The Begonia Festival.
ReplyDeleteIn a documentary about the art scene there in the late 50's/early 60's I was surprised to see oil derricks at the end of the street---er, canal.
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