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The most serene republic (9 images and a wine diary)

The Veering City

Sitting beside the grand canal with a bottle of wine and you. I’m sipping it like water,  watching the reflection of the Venezia night go by or stand still. My pen goes wilder and  wilder, and it becomes easier to write and the words feel nicer as they land on the paper.

All the benches were either taken or too far away, so i’m sat against the wall of the  hostel on the possibly filthy ground. When i first sat down there, was a girl not too far  away, planning her day or days to come. She’s gone now, but others have taken her place, joining me, surrounding me. Different people; beers, waters, the empty handed, and nearer to the door  where a faint light glimmered, a book.

The restaurant a block down, before the bridge, is full of students on vacation and older people  enjoying the nightly slope. Their noise is joyous and seemingly honest, but just seems out of place. Here, in this line of us, not a word is said. THe only sounds are of the glass bottles retouching  the unlevelled brick ground, and the very rare turning of her page. Surely she too was mesmerized by the  little world ahead.

The running and pushing through the mercato streets of San marco earlier in the day is a distant memory.  An oddly pleasant one, but distant nonetheless. I hold my bottle up between the lights and myself to gauge  how long i’ve been, and how much longer i’ll stay. The green of the bottle towers over the red of the  wine, and just before i make it even taller, the stranger beside me taps his drink against mine and raises  and raises his beer to the heavens, others follow suit and i hear at least three languages utter what i  can only imagine to be their version of ‘cheers’, and we drink.

A phrase i previously came across rolls through my mind and so completely held this moment. We were the most  serene republic. I try to smile before realizing that i’ve been smiling all along.

a city of walls – hostel
The shared floor
The mystery of 68

Crowds all around

Crowds to either side
Within
Nightlines
The morning after
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One response

  1. Great picture of Venice!

    October 24, 2011 at 06:10

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