Shadow Shot Sunday

Found this in the Capitoline Museum, in Rome. 

 I'd love to tell you all about it but, fact is, I was in there 

for about four hours and saw more fabulous 

art than I could even process.  Let's just say it's 

very old and, I think, very beautiful.

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Photo Hunt — "written"

I wonder what the monks who wrote these 
tomes would think of the Kindle!
This shot was snuck in low light (hence the poor quality) 
with a b. d. camera  in the Musée du Moyen Age, in Paris.

[You can see more things "written" here , at tnchick's meme.]

One last look

One campanile—and Palladio's beautiful church of San Giorgio Maggiore—seen
from another, the San Marco belltower, of course.  We're on our 
way back to reality today. I know I'm feeling just as François Mauriac 
did when he said, "On ne quitte pas Venise . . . On s'en arrache." 
 (You don't leave Venice. You tear yourself away.) 

pink palazzo

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends!  

I'm missing my family's scrumptious turkey dinner, but 

I'm very thankful that I got to come back to Italy this 

year—and ride down the Grand Canal on the vaporetto, 

and dream of living in a place like this! 

Home domani (sigh). 

abc wednesday - S is for "superstitious"

This is the back of Ca' Dario, on the Grand Canal, 

immortalized most famously by Monet.  Some say this house 

is cursed, and it's true that its various owners have known 

more than their share of bankruptcy and untimely death—most 

from suicide or murder.  There was a rumor that Woody Allen 

was interested in purchasing this 15th-century palazzo—

until he learned its history.  Maybe he's superstitious.

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Aaah, Venezia!

This is the rio San Barnaba.  We're staying about halfway 

between the second and third bridges.  I took this shot from 

the attic of Ca' Rezzonico, which I plan to visit again 

while we're here (first time was many years ago, when my friend 

and I were the only ones there and it still looked pretty 

much as it had when Robert Browning's son, Pen, owned it).  

Now you're not allowed to take photos or—heaven forfend—touch 

anything.  Whatever—it's still a cool place.

San Lorenzo Market

I didn't stick around to see if she bought the bag 

(but I'll bet she did).  Over the years, my various traveling 

companions have gotten all kinds of leather goodies in 

this colorful market—belts, gloves, bags, jackets.

I've yet to drop a euro here, but maybe this time

 (yeah, probably not, but it's still fun to look).